Life isn’t fair

He was born quite early and we finally brought him home from the hospital after 6 weeks our two Border Collies came and took a look at him sniffed and wagged their tails, the big male decided “just another kid” and walked off, but our female decided he was her special little bloke and for the next five and a half years they were inseparable, two best mates always together. When he went to school she’d just lay around waiting for him to come home and she would greet him by licking his face and getting a ball to play with, she would tow him around the pool by her tail and sleep on his bed every chance she got. 4 years ago we had to have her put to sleep after a 24hr grand mal fried her brain and left her an empty shell, he was devastated we thought he’d never get over her, he’d wake up in the morning telling us “Bessie visited me in my dreams and we played”.
Well I had Reggie (the Collie in my avatar) the girls had Scarlett (a big golden retriever we rescued from a bad situation) and we got one of Reggies and Bessies’ Grandsons a few years ago, but he never bonded with any of them. About eighteen months ago we had to have Reggie put to sleep after his hips finally wore out completely and he couldn’t walk, he was pushing 15 at the time a good age for a collie, all of us were heartbroken, but he’d had a good life
Just after that after a stay at his Uncle and Aunts place he came back jabbering endlessly about their Maltese/ Poodle cross Puppies, in particular one little black one named Phil, me being a collie bloke said “no way not getting a little dog bloody yappy things” anyway after he came home his Aunt rang us up and offered him Phil, we had a talk about responsibilities and after I agreed we went up to Brisbane and came home with this tiny little black furball. Well since then it’s been Bessie x10, Phil sneaks in to sleep on his bed, follows him adoringly everywhere, and what’s better to me is because he’s been brought up with two big rough digs he’s completely unaware he’s a little dog, he fights, runs, wrestles and plays just like them, despite being all of maybe 5 kilos tops, hard as nails and tougher than any cat…..
He slips out the gate when Brens over the road and Bren brings him home, he goes for a walk most afternoons with the big dogs and won’t let anyone but Bren take his lead, best of mates, Bren ever told us when he was old enough to get a job he wanted a job he could take Phil with him, cause little dogs live for a long time like 18 years easy.
Saturday night I took him off Brens bed at 1.00am after he snuck in then for the rest of the night slept curled up between the Collies legs, his next favourite place to sleep.
Last night at around 2.00am he died from Parvo, he was fine at luchtime and has had all of his shots, we think it got into his little heart cause one hour he was fine next he was dead.
As we buried him beside Reg this morning my little Bloke asked me why God would take his dog when he was only young… what do you say?