He was over 120 dog years and while he tried his best to stay with us a little longer, his poor wee heart could no longer cope.
He was always to be found somewhere, guiding visitors round the garden, excavating holes to try; unsuccessfully; to catch mice, pathetically shivering by the heater, even in the height of summer, burying today's lunch, searching for yesterdays lunch, chasing deer and endearing himself to all.
He made us laugh, he kept us company while weeding, he drove us mad with his door scratching skills. He was great.
We got 'West' as our second nursery rescue Vizsla, our first was 'Blue' and I think there are many visitors who didn't notice the change and may think we have had the same dog for 25 years. They had very different personalities, yet both loved the limelight and the attention of the nursery visitors. (Especially the women)
He was a bouncing puppy one moment, a grave elder statesman the next. A companion, a watchdog, a ladies man, a hunter, a poser, a neurotic mess, a friend.
We will miss you West.