My bigger concern was that my dogs had escaped. My fear was misplaced, however. The poor old body of the elder one, Razz - the escape ringleader - was also broken. She could only manage a couple of steps and her back legs would collapse.
She was 12 years old and arthritis had been creeping up. But it seems something had happened overnight that suddenly resulted in nerve damage and severe pain. So we had to say goodbye.
And we went to bed that night with our hearts broken.
|She was my first baby, so to speak.|
|She had to be involved in whatever you were doing.|
|She loved being on holidays.|