Dog memorial

My dog died in February 2026. He was a good boy and I loved him a lot.

Here are some things about my dog.

Things my dog loved

Mud
Tennis balls
Chicken, rice and eggs
Stuffed animal toys (he did not destroy them, just liked to hold them)
Socks (he did sometimes destroy them)
Digging massive holes in the garden
Lying upside-down so his lips flopped out and he looked really goofy
Licking our pillowcases (gross)
Gnawing sticks into little shreds
Shitting on daffodils

Noises my dog made

One very loud bark when he wanted to go outside (back garden)
An incessant amount of very loud barks when he wanted to go outside (for a walk)
Pig-like snorts
Little rumbly snores
Very cute sleep barks
Extra funny braying noise that he only seemed to make in the morning
Tak-tak-tak of his nails on the floor
Groan of deep satisfaction made only when scratching inside his ear with his back foot

My dog's nicknames

My dog had a government name which I am not sharing. But we mostly referred to him as "boy" or "the boy" or a lot of other incredibly gendered nicknames for some reason. Such as:

Mister Boy
Man Boy
Mister Sir
Sir Boy
Mister Sir Boy
Little Boy
Little Man
Pig Boy
Rat Boy
Rat Beast
Cuddling Boy
Young Man
The Youngest Man
Sweet Man
Gentleman Boy
Wretched Worm

Etc.

Random dog facts

He had very soft ears.

He was the smallest of his litter, so when he got him, his name on the microchip was "Runt".

When he was a puppy, he liked to hide under the sofa, but then he got too big to fit under it and did not understand why so he got mad at the sofa and kept barking at it.

If he did a really bad silent fart, he would quietly get up and move to the other side of the room about 2 seconds before we realised he'd done it. If he did an audible fart, he would be startled by his own scary bum.

He once stole and ate an entire stick of butter and then was gratuitously sick all over the carpet.

He liked having his nose scratched.

A stranger once saw him sitting in a field staring into the distance and declared "he has the soul of a poet", and we thought this was the funniest possible thing to say about him.

He often lay down and stared at approaching dogs, which caused another stranger to remark "It's the amazing laying-down dog!" in the street.

When he was extra excited, he would smash his face sideways into the floor with his bum in the air and then bark relentlessly.

He once swallowed an entire miniature mince pie (foil wrapper included) and had to get his stomach pumped at the late-night emergency vet.

He was great at the "chasing" bit of fetch but never got the hang of bringing it back. Instead he preferred to run off and roll on his prize.

He loved freshly-cut grass and always wanted to roll in it, even when it dyed his hair green. He also loved rolling in fresh woodchips.

When the weather was sunny, he would lie on the patio and sunbathe until he was absolutely roasting hot.

He was the absolute loudest drinker of any creature on earth and the HLURP HLURP HLURP of him drinking from his bowl drowned out any other sound in the house.

He had a little red bathrobe that he wore to dry off after a bath. He didn't like it much but he was extremely cute in it.

When greeting people he was excited about, he often latched onto their coat sleeves and would not let go, which made for a lot of awkward encounters with neighbours.

Despite barking to go for a walk, he did not like putting his harness on and would run away from it, so then I had to hide from him and wait for him to come to me and ask for me to put it on.

He felt very strongly about going to bed on time but did not want to do it alone, so instead around 10pm he would just get in my face and stare intensely at me until I agreed to go to bed.

He was very loved for his entire life.

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