Desperate sadness surrounds this blog post and the person writing it.
My dear hairy friends, stalwart supporters, companions through thick and thin are no longer on this mortal coil.
Flora half haggis half womble and Sam nice but dim Labrador are gone.
The knowledge of adopting and loving and animal is one thing but the acceptance that to be their very best friend right to the end is the hardest thing a person has to do.
So as Floras eyes failed, her hearing went, her teeth became but a distant memory her joie de vivre ebbed away and was replaced by a look of uncertainty and fear.
Sam our delicious chunky lumpy Labradors wee back legs refused to do what she wanted them too. She slipped and fell, even a few stairs became an Everest like challenge and so she took to her bed with an expression on her face that still registered love but also one of deep unhappiness.
Their days of barking, wagging, running chasing a ball, chewing socks, jumping up to greet you, snuggling up on your feet under the table to snore had gone. But what a decision to have to make.
During the hard times they would rest their knowing heads on our knees and gaze into our eyes with a sense of empathy and peace that gave great comfort.
As part of the all encompassing lives we had together it was a decision with the help of our lovely vet Victor that was heartbreaking to make and yet the time had come.
THey had both reached the end of the road. One without the other would be Morcambe without Wise. French without Saunders. Little without Large. So fate decreed they were both at the same stage at the same time.
So Victor come round to the flat and they were cuddled and fed as they closed their eyes for the last time with no idea of what was happening.
So the house is empty. They are together forever.
Teenwolf at Unviersity.
So here we are ……………….what’s next?