Saying farewell to Biggles today

He was a great little mate to our son, when he was still crawling

They'd hang out together

Biggles had the absolute best temperament to be around a toddler and never winced or bit our son when he'd grab his ears

Loved chilling on the couch

When we lived in Brisbane, we would often shave him to keep him cool

Those cute eyes. He was never far away, always managed to get under our feet

Loved his cuddles

Chilling on the couch with the missus

Travelling south for Christmas, he would find a comfy spot next to our son

We never knew just how old you were; you were a rescue from a family who couldn't look after you. You came into our house and brought with you a playful, caring nature. You were also inquisitive and kept finding new ways to escape so you could make friends at the park, only for the Vet to call us up and let us know you were safe.

Old age finally caught up with you though and in the end, your eyes, ears, hips, bowels and brain had declined so much that all joy and vigor had left you. All I could do was hold you and tell you that you were a good boy; right until the last moment when the Vet gave you the green dream.

It's cruel, that we should outlive our pets. That they're only with us for a brief flicker of time. Each one of them leaves an indelible mark on our hearts, never to be forgotten.

RIP Biggles.