Oh the frustration
of writing a long post at 5 this morning which then disappeared into the ether. Rubbish night, needless to say!
Paw is back in hospital, he has had quite bad (no, very bad) swollen ankles for about a year, takes the diuretics but they seem to be having less and less effect. Lately it has spread up his legs, indeed right up to (poor man) his "ouchy bits" which by Monday were very swollen and hurting a lot. He felt so awful he was close to tears so I got him an appointment yesterday with a very sympathetic (male) dr who packed us straight off to A&E.
He was admitted, given IV Furosemide and is to have "tests" today, may be in for a few days. 
I had planned to go dog looking (maybe choosing) today at a very nice retired greyhound kennels at Waltham Abbey (!) I might still go, but this has thrown my plans into a bit of disarray as you can imagine.
Now back to the furfriends. Huge loves to Soop, macsporran and the "kitchen cat" Rory (I am sure Tara and Mia will understand) I know how hard these times are, as do we all, and all we can do is the best we can for our animals. Fortunately they have no concept of future or uncertainty, just living in the present, so by making them comfortable and keeping them secure , what they know will be that love and security. I am confident that Gracie had no fear or any pain at all at the end and just slipped into that sleep which breaks our hearts. We mourn them, we mourn what was and might have been, but although I am crying as I write this, no animal lover would do otherwise than put their animal's welfare first.
Rory, Sam and Hattie and Tizliz's dog and Tara and Mia (and Georgie if she pops in) you have won the pet lottery with your humans - look after them well!