I lost my beautiful rescue Lurcher in December last year. Unfortunately I was out of the country and I hadnt seen him in a few months. My mum had to make the hardest phone call of her life to contact me. I got the call 6 days before Xmas. Apparently Bruce had died of suspected internal bleeding, after having a playing a rough game of chase with a neighbouring dog. He died peacefully in my dads arms. He was just 6. We adopted him from a dog warden as he was badly in need of a home. He had been neglected and possibly abused. It took a long time for him to settle down, as he was always too bouncy and very clumsy. However, with patience from us (and a little from him) he calmed down. He didnt take to training particularly well, unless it suited him at the time; and he loved taking long walks of the lead, only to disappear for long periods of time. He loved dog toys, and visitors to our house could expect to be brought various offerings within moments of sitting down. He was so generous with his toys (because he never had any before) that he felt everyone must share in his enjoyment. I remember when my mum was in ill in bed, and Bruce sorted through his toy box to bring her his favourite toys to make her feel better. Im not ashamed to say that writing this is making cry. So I think i will end here. RIP Bruce, the best companion and friend I could ever ask for.