My heart is breaking.
This morning we had to let sweet Rosie Mae go.
Approaching 18 years old, she was getting
increasingly doddery but was still enjoying a
good quality of life with her family.
Last night, however, she had a massive seizure
from which she wasn't going to recover.
To cut a long story short we agreed with our
kind vet this morning that it was time to let
our baby-girl slip away.
There'll never be another dog like her.
I will miss the shadow at my feet and
her constant and fun companionship.
Sweet dreams, darling girl.