We here at the House of Two Bows bid a sad farewell to an old friend. M–, my advisor’s Welsh Terrier, recently gave in to his battle with canine lymphoma after being diagnosed in May. That was shortly after the last time we dogsat for him, as we had done many times in the past few years. He was about 12 years old. It is fair to say that Bowdu grew and matured through his relationship with M–. Similarly, the humans learned a lot about how to handle a multi-dog household with his presence.
It was largely because of M–‘s company that we decided we wanted to adopt an older, mellower second dog. The candidates we were seriously considering were between 5 years old (Bowdu’s current age) and 8 years old (about M–‘s age when Bowdu first met him as an arrogant, hotheaded young dog). As it turns out, Bowpi was on the very low end of that age spectrum. Specific parts of her personality, like her need for physical closeness and easygoingness with other dogs, are similar to aspects of M–‘s personality that I found so endearing.
When it came to food, he was a force unto his own.
I’m glad Bowpi got to meet M– when he last stayed with us for a week. I think even she was instantly charmed by the goofy little guy.
M– was a good dog, raised with love, and won over many hearts in his lifetime. He will be missed.