Monday, 9th February, dawned bright and crisp with beautiful frost patterns on the car, and a dusting of snow on the Currane hills. But our feelings were of a terrible sadness at our impending loss. Wrapped in a wool blanket, we loaded Prince in the back of the car to make the trip to the vets in Castlebar. I held him in my arms. The glorious scenery passed by with the same feeling as when you are going to a close relative's funeral.
Although sad, there was huge relief on our part when Prince passed away with us there, telling him he was a good dog and could go to sleep. We were heartbroken as he had been part of our family and daily lives for over twelve years - he had come to us as a puppy from a barn in Ashleam, the next village over from here, beside the
He was the largest, distinctively marked, dog puppy, in a litter of six, with the most striking blue eyes. Being very intelligent, he understood a large vocabulary, as well as posessing an uncanny ability to detect people’s moods and intentions. He loved his “jobs” - rounding up ducks and hens, chasing sheep and cattle away from the gate, barking at ‘Ger the post’. But most of all he was a true friend and companion to us. He will be sorely missed.