Hegel...

....was our dog. A Patterdale Terrier, we raised him from a pup.
When we lived in Leeds this was our favourite park and we came here a few times every week . Hegel loved it as it was semi rural and he liked to run along the Valley Trail here. He died in 2001 and it's taken until today for Mr P to part with his ashes. So we returned and scattered them; remembering and laughing at the daft things he used to do. Mr P said when Hegel died that he would never get another dog because we couldn't replace him and we haven't.

Incidently l always prided myself that the dog was never allowed on the furniture. I only found out recently that as soon as l left the house he jumped straight on the sofa and sat with Mr P until my return!