Never a spot of bother. Always ready for a walk. Now he's gone and the house is a little quieter than it ought to be, a little less lived in. He was far too ill to carry on but the decision to take the life of another animal is hideous, just putting him in the car felt like the ultimate betrayal of loyalty and trust. I was a sobbing wreck in the waiting room so they found me somewhere to sit with him and the wait was endless. The hardest part was ringing the vet in the fist place; to take that decision. Now there are lots of little sadnesses. The Artist went outside to the trampoline and there was no click of claws on the laminate to see if anything interesting was happening. I had to throw out food after tea and no one came to hoover up the dropped chips while the evening meal was being cooked.
The thing is I was never soppy about our Sam, in fact I probably felt the restrictions of having a dog more than most in the family possibly because I have never had a responsibility like that before, but, as with most mum's I know in a family where there is a dog, I probably did the most with him, most regularly. So despite not being a soppy crazy dog owner, I am really, really sad. So is The Artist who has preserved a few clumps of hair. The others are managing better; The Sports Star and The Music Man are that little bit older and realised to some extent what it means when a dog is to ill even to stand. Dh has done this before, he grew up with cats and the dogs of relatives. So The Artist and I have spent the day watching TV, making costumes for the upcoming Manchester parade, eating whatever we fancy... looking after ourselves a little.
and finally....
Some completed projects
A loopy tea cosy for a friend.
Have also completed cushion covers for the front room (which have been on the jobs list for twelve months) and new covers for the chairs in the kitchenn (Jobs list since Christmas). However the picture have been mysteriously deleted from the camera before they have been downloaded and so I cannot share.
