There's a problem with having a dog. You outlive them, so sooner or later this happens. It's happened to me six times and it never gets easier.
This old [14] chap finally gave up. His legs wouldn’t work and he had to have special pet transport and a stretcher to get him to the vet for the final time.
Since I adopted him over five years ago, apart from his holidays in the luxury kennels, he’s been with me every day. The house now seems very empty.
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