He was ... but don't be sad for me, I do that well enough all on my own! I had my boy for a very long time. He came to me at barely six months old and was knocking very hard on 16 years when he went. I will always have a border collie shaped hole in my heart, but there's a lot of space left in there for more ...
My current canine baby is Indy another "throwaway pup" (Tag was a rescue.) We're pretty sure he's a cockapoo, but we'll never know and it doesn't matter. We also don't know his age; somewhere between 12 and 14, by now. He's been "home" for nearly 10 years, now, so it really doesn't matter. It almost didn't matter at all, because we came close to losing him just a week or two after a friend picked him up as a dumped stray. His full name, actually written on his vet card, is: "Indy Go Out the Window of a Moving MiniVan in the Middle of 896 in the Middle of Rush Hour." He's Indigo, or Indy, for short. On a funny note, he'll also come to "Indy Go Out The Window!" So, our Indy's not the brightest crayon in the box, but what he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in pure sweetness. He's a 17 pound curly-blonde bundle of love, and he's perfect.
Then there's Skye ... DD's crazy Border Collie/English Setter (ish) rescue. She's 50 pounds of great intelligence, totally lacking in common sense. Zheesh, what a handful!
Awwww they all sound amazing!!!
