Son-in-law was cycling in a race yesterday in the Welsh hills so I took Holly up to be reunited with her people. Daughter did say we could keep her a bit longer if that would help but it would only have put off the inevitable dog-less day.
The house is very empty today and the kitchen seems enormous without a dog bed or bowls - or latterly, lots of bits of rug - to say nothing of a great smelly, slobbery, hairy monster.
We had a card from the vet. Inside it reads:
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you ...
I loved you so -
'twas Heaven here with you.
Isla Paschal Richardson