Yesterday afternoon my beloved friend and companion, Gussy, died while looking at the the beautiful view of the Derwent Valley.

My boy was 12 years old and I was so sad to watch him go but I know that he is now going on to the place of endless romping and adventure - where there is plenty of love and pats, a never ending supply of his favorite foods and maybe a possum or two to chase. I know that he is never far away from me and I need only to whistle and he will come running to fill me with his memories and love.

We buried him today in our land. But the best place that you can bury your dog is deep with-in your heart, for then they will always be with you. You only have to whistle.....

Vale my dearest Boy

My sweet Gus.

xxxxxx