Today is a very bad day. My beloved little schitzu - Sooty - died this morning. She came to us after escaping several years of torment and ill-treatment from the previous owner. Her teeth had rotted and had to be extracted and her tongue hung out the side of her mouth in a gap where her jaw had been broken by a kick.
Despite feeling heartbroken, I am remembering how faithful she was - always staying close and cuddling - and feeling a bit happier that we had been able to provide her with several years of love and affection that hopefully made up for her earlier miserable life.
Spare a thought for her, though. Hopefully, our late Jack Russell - Bert - is showing her the ropes as she is adjusting to her new life in doggie heaven where all her frailties will have vanished, the sun always shines and she has a new set of teeth so she can feed herself. Bye, bye Sooty . . .