I'm feeling sad today because our dog, a black labrador called Brock, died in the night. He was old, and his back legs weren't working properly, so it wasn't unexpected, but I still find it sad. I'll miss him.
We had him for 11 years, so I can't really remember a time when we didn't have him. My brother and I used to take it in turns to walk him, so that is an enduring memory I will have of him. I will always remember how pleased he always was to see us, especially if we'd been away. He wagged his tail so hard that it hurt if it hit you, and being a retriever, he would bring you something, like a shoe or a teddy bear, just to show you how pleased he was to see you. He was so good natured that you could put your hand in his mouth, and he wouldn't bite it, and he was very long-suffering in the games we used to play with him. He loved to be among people, and never understood when people were scared of him, because he was so good natured. Another thing I will always remember was the way in which he loved food, especially bread, and being such a big dog, he would steal food as soon as your back was turned. We couldn't leave food out on the side, unless you wanted Brock to have it!
Brock was a very valued member of our family, and we will all miss him. He brought us a lot of happiness, in a way that only he could.
Bye bye Brocky.