Chubby was nearly 15. He was pretty poorly for a while, and spent the last day with his head in my lap on the sofa.

He was born in November 2005, one of ten pups. His mum was Ginny, not even a year old when she gave birth.

So from more or less the time I retired until now they were my pack mates as we roamed the countryside. Ginny passed away last year.

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