Recently I lost the first dog I ever had to cancer and I simply can not get over it. His name was Patch. We have two more boxers, one we rescued when Patch was 5 and the 3rd one, the puppy arrived two months after his passing. We know the puppy can not replace him and goodness me he is nothing like Patch but we just had to have two boxers in the house, the place felt so horribly empty.

I realise now why I miss him so much. Why I can not stop feeling his absence. He was like my shadow, he was always with me, following me, waiting for me no matter what I was doing. 

Boxerdog, garden

He was like a part of me I didn’t know I had until it was missing.

He was my walking buddy from the start. Together we walked Connemara all over and I took thousands of photos over the years. My favourite memory I lovingly think about is that always since he was a pup whenever I took photos and he was on the lead, he would stand very still until I was finished (so my images are not blurry), I only had to ask him. He was such a star. My other two boxers never took up that habit, they don’t have the patience I believe, especially the pup.

Boxers, dogs, walking, nature

Patch was a rare jem in many ways, he was the perfect dog.
Missing Patch will never fade away. A part of me is gone forever with him. 

Boxer, dog, sleeping

You might think me silly feeling so strongly for a dog  but if you never had one you have no idea how much love and affection they can give, how much they can fill up your life and the saddest part is you wouldn’t realise it untill they are gone.

Boxerdog in the grass

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