It was with a great deal of shock that I discovered Riddick this afternoon. It was unexpected that he would don his silver harness at such a young age when just that morning he had seemed fine and his exhuberant self.
The vet reported that Riddick had suffered a fatal stroke, not common but certainly not unheard of.
He had always been a naughty boy and very hard to keep contained, luckily it was doubled with a sweet nature. Riddick would escape the yard and run down the main street, stopping at the BBQ chicken shop to see if he could get a free feed from the teenagers. I would find him down the end of the road or a few streets away and as soon as I stopped the car and opened the door he would jump in, very pleased with himself that he had managed to have a long run and his Humum would pick him up for a car ride home.
Run free over the Rainbow Bridge sweet boy.