Thank you for all your lovely comments on the last post. I still feel sad and I sometimes don't feel I have the right to because we only had him for a short time, and we knew he was old already. Therefore I should have been expecting it, right?
It's funny how they get under your skin very quickly. I really miss seeing his little silver face around, and feeling him rest against my legs at night. For such a diminutive physical presence (about the size of a small cat) he leaves a big gap in the atmosphere.
Above, snug as a bug in a dalmation-spotted rug
He was a darling wee thing, who never failed to make us laugh with his not-quite right way of lying on something, be it a dog-bed or a cushion. 'Centre' was never in his vocabulary, and sometimes not even 'On'.
Enjoy these photos of our precious Atlas in the spirit they are shown. We will miss his woolly presence in our lives.
Atlas' Bed Fails
Melting off his bed at home
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Tucked up on the edge of his bed at work
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Not quite in. He would hop into the centre and then start twirling around, 'flattening the rushes' as they do. But he invariably ended up going off-centre. I would often have to reposition him.
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Missing the bed altogether out the back of the shop. Gee those shoes and socks must be nice to cosy up to.
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There are no words for this one. His best ever I think.
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And back at home, asleep on the sofa. He loved dangling his head low. Clearly he knew that having your head below your heart was a good thing to do regularly (as told to me by my yoga teacher).
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I'll be back in the land of chic soon.
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