I feel so devastated as I had to call the vet out last night and my beautiful Ollie had to be put to sleep.
He was nearly 14 and my second rescue lurcher who was so much a part of my life. He had some sort of fit/seizure and could not stand, had bitten his tongue and lay panting on the floor or 'fighting me when I tried to stop him moving while I waited for the vet.
I feel so quilty that I went out grocery shopping yesterday morning and could have spent the 2 hours with him instead 
I so regret all the times I got cross with him
I can still see him where he would lurk or coming in from the garden
Lying upside down with legs akimbo on his bed.
It is so very hard and it will be a while before I can get used to life without him. I have always felt for those of you who lost your dogs and posted on here - it hurts and is so bloody awful
I know it was time for him and he would never again run 'zoomies' round the field in pursuit of furries - in fact he had not done that for a good few months so it was the kindest thing for him.
Including a picture of him many years ago enjoying the snow which seems to sum him up for me.
Thank you for reading.