This photo was probably taken in 1980.
The little boy is my eldest son, and the puppy is Ginger, a red Australian terrier.
I grew up with greyhounds, but my first dog was Digger, also a red Australian terrier. Digger was really my dad’s dog. Mum would not let dogs in the house so this little guy lived in the garage. My dad loved him very much, and he loved dad. About ten years after this shot was taken my dad died suddenly, and my mum was left with her grief and a dog she did not want. A few months after dad died mum found this little guy lying dead on the back lawn. There was nothing physically wrong with him he just missed my dad.
I’d heard the expression ‘he pined away’, but this was the first time I had seen it happen.
It breaks my heart, even…
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