Enzo

Our little Yorkshire Terrier Enzo died last year after a short illness he was almost 12. We miss him so very much, I struggle to get past the night he died and try to remember the good times we had with him. He was such a great little man, we tried to take him everywhere we went, on the rare occasions he could not come with us he would be waiting on the top of the sofa looking out of the window, as we entered he would race to fetch my slipper and try to sit on my lap before I've sat down. He would always sleep on our bed. When I got my mobility scooter we thought my husband would walk Enzo beside me but Enzo had other ideas he would sit on my lap as though he was steering. Enzo ruled the house he was one of the family not just a pet, We have so many photos, cushions and video's which helps us to remember him by. We were known as nanny & grandad and my son and his wife were mummy & daddy we all miss him so very very much, we talk about him every day & shed a few tears.

There are so many. Most around things he shouldn't have eaten but did. Like the time in a hotel on the isle of Wight when he ate a pick and mix tub of sweets which, when we returned to our room after dinner he had eaten the lot and had wrappers stuck to his butt. Or the time i spent all summer growing Cantaloupe Melons in my greenhouse when, as they ripen and smell sweet somehow he got up on his hind legs, picked one from the roof of the greenhouse, took it back to his bed and ate it all but the base. He should never had made 10 years with us, 12 in all. We now have a saying in our house to 'be more Oska'. RIP Ossie. Tllxxxx

Minnie-Frances was the reincarnation of Florence Nightingale, I’m sure of it! She was a nurse first and a pug second. If anyone was ever ill in the family she would be by their side nursing them, by giving them bed baths (head to toe pug breath licks) and becoming a hot water bottle with a pulse. She was the perfect companion you needed when you were well or sick. 13 years ago my dad became ill and was on palliative care with the hospice at home. Minnie was there till his final breath and actually barked at him right before he passed. I swear she knew and was telling him it’s okay. Minnie was a rescue pug. We got her at 9 months old and she was with us till she was 15. She is the reason I have a huge love of pugs and she will always be remembered and missed.

Gorgeous deaf old boy. Always shouted when he got excited playing with a toy. So affectionate.

Cookie was a gift that found his way to us exactly when we needed him most. Once unwanted, he came into our lives and filled our home with eight years of loyalty, laughter, and quiet understanding. From the very beginning, with two tiny children and a busy household that moved around allot (husband is in the Military); he settled in as if he had always belonged.

He was such a funny boy, full of his own quirks. Water never interested him; rivers, the sea, all ignored! Unless he believed one of us was in danger. I’ll never forget a day in Dedham. He was watching me try paddle boarding for the first time. The moment I first I fell in, Cookie didn’t hesitate. He jumped straight into the water and swam to me, all heart and bravery.

He wasn’t one for fetch either- unless Graeme joked that he “wasn’t a normal dog.” Then, suddenly, Cookie would prove him wrong- fetching like a champion, as if to say he understood every word.

But more than anything, Cookie was my best friend. He felt everything with me, sitting close, crying with me, comforting me without needing to be asked. He was pure love, an angel in our lives, and his absence has left a space that can never truly be filled.
RIP

Florence, our dear standard issue tabby – anything but standard,

Fraggle was the funniest little girl who came to me at the age of 2 from a family that no longer wanted her. She was an absolute loveable disaster in terms of all of the situations she got herself into over the years – cost me an absolute fortune. But I wouldn't have had it any other way! She was full of life and fun, always involving herself in non-dog activities like yoga or gardening. One of her favourite places was the Fraggle-sized hole she dug under my rosemary and lavender in the garden, where she'd lie in wait for the neighbourhood cats who always got the better of her. She absolutely loved a snuggle too and loved nothing more than getting cosey with me on the sofa. Fraggle saw me through the hardest days of my life. She was my best friend and my soul dog. I will always miss the sound of her tippy taps at home. Princess Fraggle Baggle Woo Woo of Colchester 2005-2023.