Wally (or Wally Baxter being his full "cute" name that we gave him) was a cute Bichon Frise male. He was big for a Bichon (about 21 pounds or so).
However, the one thing I'll always remember about wal, was the fact that he gave and received love in an absolutely pure way, something I think most humans are incapable of. We (humans) seem to require conditions on our love. Wally never required anything to love absolutely.
I would often come downstairs and get him up on a couch and scratch his tummy while telling him of all my troubles. He would moveClick to view attachment his head from side to side as if he understood me. Of course he didn't understand my words, but I do believe he understood my emotions and whenever I'd pause, he'd lick my hand as if to tell me "It's OK dad, it'll be OK". He understood when I was in emotional pain and he knew just how to relieve that. Of course the way he'd pretend to listen made me laugh and always raised my spirits.
He then began to get epileptic fits. He's been doing that for about 9 monts (he was only about 6 yo). I didn't realize how violent his attacks were until after he died and I looked on youtube on the web and the fits shown on there were nowhere near as violent as his attacks. It finally came to a head. Usually, with his barbituate medications, he'd have one to three fits and then would be OK. I'd stay up all night with him, and then he'd be good again for another month. However, then he had a really bad night, where I gave him vallium &%^ shots, as well as doubling his barbituate medication and he still had something like 9 attacks in one night. Of course I brought him to the vet the next day and he had 3 attacks during the day. The vet said he wasn't going to get better and it was time. He had this slight whine to his voice telling me "Make it go away dad". I didn't realize until later that the attacks were making him temporarily blind due to the brain damage they were doing. So, we (my girlfriend and I) gave our consent and they put him to sleep first. He climbed up on my lap (which was what he did when I first met him as a puppy) and fell asleep there with his head on my arm, with me telling him that he was a good boy, "good Wally".....and he pretty much went out immediately. I got a cutting of his hair and then the Vet gave him the meds to stop his heart. It didn't take much since he was almost dead from the sleeping drugs....and that was that. We cried quite a bit then and there. (I'm afraid I'm tearing up as I'm typing this).
A day doesn't go by when I don't miss him. To me he was my only child. I have other pets (cats), but none was ever as close to me as wally. I know he's in heaven now, as love like that is valuable to God and isn't just discarded.
Problem is that every time I look at his photo for long, I end up crying because I miss him so. Anyways, thank you for sharing. I've tried to enclose a photo of Wally with his brother Pooka (still alive cat).