Fabienne writes in her diary -
"Yesterday when I came home, my old 'Floche' had passed away in our garden. In the afternoon she had eaten her cookie, in the morning her breakfast. We knew she was old but you never expect it. Or rather you don't want to expect it, not face it. You want them to stay happy for a very long time.
She was our only dog that we saved from a shelter in Belgium. We took her because she suffered from Corona virus and had very little chance of survival. She was 14 years old and she showed many people that she was strong willed. We named her the 'Bedroom Dog' because that was her domain. When mama wanted to remove her from there she soon gave up because 'Floche' would bite and she often got away with it. Things happened the way she wanted them to happen and it was always like that, right until she passed away but we loved her so much. All our foster dogs - and we see so many here - she always welcomed them. She was sweet and friendly to them. She was a noble dog in our family and the empty spot is unbearable, and it hurts.
So many years together. One of "us". Unthinkable that one day she wouldn't be here any more. You don't want to think about it until the day arrives. And then you have to face reality. You have passed away. Our "Floche".
Floche with Napo
Floche with Igor and Honey
Floche and Igor
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