Bernard has a bucket list. It’s not unusual to have one – many people do. But Bernard is not a person, he’s a dog. A dog with two months – three at the most – to live.

Our family – me, my wife, Tracey, and our children, Sophie and Adam – adopted Bernard, a white and tan Jack Russell, in 2008. He was raised on a farm and earned his keep as a ratter, and we weren’t convinced the little bundle of energy would fit into their cozy and relaxed home.

But Bernard slotted in perfectly straightaway with his warm and friendly temperament. He was fussed over by Tracey and Sophie, acted as a playmate for our youngest, Adam, and went on long walks with me along cliff tops, woodlands and beaches, chasing rabbits and seagulls he never quite caught. Read full story…

Source: The Guardian