So sad today, everyone.
The last few days’ niggles are put into perspective now.
When I went out onto the back veranda this morning, I found that Malleable had died during the night. He was lying peacefully on his couch, cold and still. I cried and cried. He was 14 years old and had hardly had a day’s illness in his life. He simply didn’t wake up this morning. I never realised what a good friend he was to me until now.
What do you do when your dog dies? I Googled around, and finally arranged for some pet cremation people to come and get him. While I waited for them to arrive, I rang into work sick. I was heartbroken saying goodbye to him as they gently placed him in the back of the van and left me to pat him once more, before closing the doors. Texted Ian to tell him, but didn’t get a reply.
Nothing else to write tonight.