her name was Rosie and she was a lovely English bull mastiff. she was the most placid affectionate teddy bear and all the children adored her.
she was only a fortnight from her 8th birthday.
We knew she was unwell and we all knew that she had reached a stage where we would probably have to make the hard decision to put her to sleep. unfortunatly our vet appointment was for thursday, she died during the night.
My parents are both disabled so i had to take her body to be cremated today. it really was one of the most difficult things i've had to do.
I knew i'd be upest when she passed but im surprised at just how upset i've been.
The children have been upset too. DD seems to be very mkatter of fact about it. DS was saying "but why did she have to die, i loved Rosie"
DD said " yeah but it doesn't work like that. dogs don't get old like mums do"
made me smile.
we'll get her ashes back in a few days. not sure what we'll do with them.