Images from Dasher's Twitter homepage
When I left work late Wednesday evening and turned my mobile phone back on, it beeped with texts from people who know how much I love my #1 puppy pal, my surrogate pet dog. As morbid as it may sound, I've often imagined what walking down Crown Street would be like without having Dasher around to pat and tickle...he's quite an old pup, you know...but I thought he still had quite a numbers of years left so the bad news came as a big shock. It made me very sad too. Teary-eyed sad.
And I'm not the only one. When I went to pop a note and some photos of Dasher into his owner's mailbox yesterday afternoon, the pavement in front of the house was already lined with flowers and cards and chalk writing. Very much like the scene outside Buckingham Palace when Princess Di died.
Dasher was one special rockstar pup to all who had known him and he will be sorely missed. I'd like to think that Dasher is in another happy place now, frolicking in a vast green meadow under rainbows and a perpetually sunny sky, chasing bunnies and sniffing wildflowers with puppy pals.