Flicka died in my arms at 5pm today as the Vet and I sent him on his next Journey. My Beloved Troubled Boy is troubled no more.

No more fears he so bravely battled for nearly 12 years . He is going to the Stardust to meet Lucas and Cleo and all who I care for.

No more cancer that finally took him after suddenly infecting him 5 mths ago.

Sunday was a bad day... he went into a shutting down decline and he and I both knew it was time. I laid on the floor with him and last night we snuggled on the foam beds on the floor.

He was a Rescue boy of about 16 weeks from a Hell Hole. That 16 weeks gave him fears we learned to work with and tame for the next 11 years and 8 months. His birthday was the new Life Day we gave him for his re-Birthday

He taught me more about the relationships between human and animals than any other creature I have had the privilege to be owned by. There were days when I was bloodied and bruised where he dragged me across a concrete roads as he bolted after someone or another dog to "protect me". In my head I knew the rule ... Never drop the leash... never is this the fault of the dog. Slowly.. gradually.. after years with dogs.. I began to learn new ways. Flicka taught me what it was to have blind faith.

He loved me and trusted me and in time let me make the bad things go away. Never entirely but to a point we could live a happy life.

I had just been in the USA for 2 mths when I rescued him and he rescued me. He was my Rock always.

Flicka is going to be cremated .. so he won't come Home again for a few days.

I have a huge gaping hole in my heart where he was... and where Lucas was as well.

Time builds bridges... When the time is right I know another will be sent to me... til then.....

My Beautiful Boy Flicka ... Sail on Fair Winds and Calm Seas