This morning I took my beloved 12yr old collie to the vets believing she had a tooth problem. The vet did a thorough inspection of her mouth and discovered the 'bleeding tooth' was in fact a huge tumour, too big to be operated on, an hour later my best friend was put down, without the opportunity for me to say goodbye. I'm in such shock, it's all happened so quickly and I'm sitting in the kitchen surrounded by her full dog bowl and her lead on the floor.
I'm sure some of you GN's will understand when I say I have never felt so alone in my life