Even though Victor died a long time ago at the age of sixteen, I still miss my best Border Collie every day, and especially now.
He loved to be included in family celebrations, sit by the fire, and tear up wrapping paper.
I think this was his last Christmas before he took the walk over the Rainbow Bridge. If he wanted to rest his old bones on the sofa, he deserved every comfort.
Nothing made him happier than a bucket to toss around the yard. I wonder how many buckets he went through in sixteen years because this one looks pretty well beat up. I believe this pic was taken early in the morning before he died.
He was so sweet to his little sister, Bandit. She’s over the Rainbow Bridge too, and I’m sure she’s still the princess, taking his bed so he’d have to sleep on the floor.
My sweet, sweet babies.