While a crazy, jammed pack full of activity school term came to an end, hay was cut, piglets were born, lick was delivered and laptop CPU's begged to be replaced, we watched our beloved Fred succumb to the rigours of old age.
We've cried rivers.
I am grateful that our working dog pens are filled with his sons, daughters and grand-puppies. His name will be lovingly mentioned in conversations around the dinner table for many years to come.
Rest in peace old mate.