I miss Pollox every day. He was a great dog and I miss his company. I still expect to hear him bark sometimes and still catch myself looking for him every once in awhile. I understand that loosing your pet is part of owning a pet, but besides my rats, he was the first pet I had lost in my adult life.
I got Pollox from The Humane Society in Brampton when he was 3 months old. I was 18. He slept on my bed from the first night I had him and he was very much "my" dog. I think Pollox only ever bit once and it was because he was provoked. He was a gentle, loving dog. I left him at my parents house for a few years while I went to college and then brought him to London as soon as I could. He hated my apartments, but was in heaven when Andrew and I moved into our home.
Pollox used to growl and bark when people would go near me and I loved that he was protective, although I was not convinced he would hurt anyone. He would bark when you said "Wheres Angela?" and loved to get into the garbage. Something I never thought I would miss. You would be watching TV and suddenly realize he was in your lap and not even know where he had come from. He loved to be cuddled and I used to sleep hugging him. I loved him so much.
It is probably good Pollox did not meet Leda. Pollox hated babies and would bark when he would hear them cry or laugh on TV. I was unsure of how things would go with the new baby, but I am sure Leda would of loved Pollox even if the feelings were not mutual.
We lost Pollox last summer very suddenly from lung cancer. As far as I can tell the only time he really experienced any discomfort was in the last week of his life. Pollox was 13 1/2 years old and lived a great life. He was a healthy, happy dog and was loved right up to the last moment and is still loved even now.
I look forward to my next dog, but I am always going to miss my Pollox.
Leda picture # 2
Leda and her Stella doll. This doll was her first Christmas present from Santa :)
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