this is our dog bingham. want his story? i dont care if you do or not, but here it is..


he was born 2 years before me so that would make him 18. i always remember his beagle-like bark runing around the paddocks and because of the long grass, only being able to see the tip of his tail. i remember in our old house mum and my sister used to force him to go down the slide and make us all laugh, its only now i realise why dogs dont like slides, they are scary. i remember him following me when i went to empty the scraps up the back of our house, and him being weight concious, always waited till he thought i wasnt looking before he ate it. i remeber when i used to let him off in the morning he used to shake his big ears and make the most incredible flapping sound. i remember when he was old, he would bark consistantly and keep us awake all night, but i was happy because i knew he was still alive.

he was getting really wick with his old age, and he could barely walk anymore, but he still wanted to be with us so he held on.

on the morning of may 5, 2003 the vet pulled up our driveway. i had spent the whole morning holding him and taking in all of his beautiful dog smell. he did his graceful, pee on the vets tyre and sat in the sun. she put that big green needle in his arm and he died in my arms, his eyes faded away and he was nothing.

after that he got cold and i couldnt touch him anymore. we buried him facing the whole valley where we live and for weeks after i would sit with him in the afternoons and tell him how much i missed him, and cry and cry and cry.

after all this time i still wish he was here. i wake up every morning and look at 2 photos on my wall right next to where i sleep. both are of him. hes the one creature i am not afraid to say i love