25/07/2026
Some souls leave pawprints so deep that even time can’t wash them away. Arthur wasn’t just a basset hound, he was his owner’s whole world, a steady heartbeat in the home, a companion who understood love in its purest form.
This photo was taken last year, wandering through the bluebells, his ears brushing the flowers as he trotted along with that familiar mix of stubbornness and sweetness. It’s how we’ll always remember him, surrounded by beauty, bringing his own gentle magic to every moment.
Arthur may no longer be with us, but the love he gave remains, quietly stitched into every memory. Run free, beautiful boy. You were everything. 💙🌿