Almos

It is with deep regret I have to report the passing away of Klara’s favourite boy on Friday 13^th May.  Almos, the last canine link from when Klara’s Mother was still alive in the late 1990s, passed away in his thirteenth year.  He was on heaps of medication but remained alert and faithful up until the last.

Anyone who met Almos (pronounced Almosh) would instantly know he was a one-person dog.  Klara’s.  No one could compete with her for his affections – not even Klara’s Mother when she was alive - but he was more than willing to share his slobbery jowls with anyone who was silly enough to place their mouth near to his. I don’t think I’ve ever met a dog with such a single-minded devotion than Almos.  Despite being in his life for almost 6 years he needed him ‘mum’ more than anyone else in the whole world.

Many years ago I was brought up with a Boxer and know how many of the “doofus” traits are ingrained deep within their psyche.  Permanently juvenile with the attention span of a gnat but yet highly intelligent.  People, especially men, usually took to Puskas more than Almos because Puskas was the “strong and silent’ type.  With Almos, on the other hand, what you saw was what you got.  Unbridled loyalty and affection all rolled in with entertainment and fun.

Almos was cremated and has joined Puskas, ever watchful over our farm.