Firstly I would like to thank everyone who messaged and mailed us last night.
It was very much appreciated and we felt very grateful for all the sympathy and well wishes.
We took him to the vet and within a couple of minutes she told us he was dying and putting him to sleep was the best thing we could do for him.
It was hard but I knew in my heart she was right.
He lay on the floor whilst we cuddled him and it was all over in a couple of seconds, seeing how quick it was gave me comfort and I knew we had done the right thing.
Dais and I came home and cried and Phil took Loki for a walk and buried his collar at the top of Hollerday Hill, then he came home we drank lots of beer and all three of us cried.
This morning is a new day, the sun is shining and the sky is blue.
Phil has taken Loki out for a long walk over the moors and I am here alone supposed to be working on writing patterns, but I really don't feel like it.
So I'm going to postpone the pattern writing until tomorrow and snuggle on the sofa with Billy, crocheting to "Waking the dead".
I feel sad, but I also feel relieved and comforted that he's not in pain or distress anymore.
So here are some photo's in memory and celebration of Ted Bad Poodle
His first photo when we brought him home for the first time. I just loved his little monkey paws :-)
Ted with Dougal who loved and protected him from the minute I brought him through the front door. For the first few weeks Dougal would pick him up by the scruff of the neck and take him out of the room if anyone new entered the house.
Ted with Dougal and Splash, both of whom are long gone and still remembered with lots of love.
Ted's very first christmas in the snow.
Ted on his chair, when we lived in our house in Hollersley he used to sit on his chair looking out of the window, waiting for horses to go past so he could bark at them.
Ted at hydrotherapy, he had really bad hip dysplasia and swiming helped build up the muscles around his hip joints, which meant he could live a happy and active life. He hated it, but we forced him to swim as he needed it.
Ted and Fep last week, taking their last walk together at Illfracombe, he had a lovely day out with all his family and I like to believe even though he was probably already dying he held on for one last christmas to be with us. He was always her dog, and I think she takes comfort in the fact that they had these last few day's together.
And finally Ted 2 day's ago waiting for the end.
I've managed to write this whole blog post without crying, which is a good thing and makes me feel kind of happy in a sad way.