See you later, Benson

A much loved doggy friend of mine, Benson (Ben for short) went to doggy heaven yesterday.
He was my boyfriend’s dog, and later on, my boyfriend’s parents dog. I knew him for 6 1/2 years, and whenever I went to visit the boyf’s ‘rents in Lancashire, there would always be another face to welcome us at the door, albeit hairy and sporting sharp teeth cocked in a canine grin.
He was a silly dog, and he barked like crazy when he was taken for a walk, and he let you balance things on his head and take photos, and he drooled all over your lap if you had food. But he was Ben, and he was lovely.
Well, no more. Ben had a brain tumour, his body was failing, he couldn’t walk, or eat. So in his best interests, he was put to sleep yesterday. I’m sure his soul is bounding around his new home - wherever it may be - and he probably feels a lot younger than he has done in years.
I cried a lot - but take comfort in the knowledge that he probably feels a lot better, and I’ll see him again when I kick the bucket myself.
So, bye bye Ben, and I’ll see you on the Other Side.