I took on an old blue roan cocker spaniel when his owners emigrated, as he wasn't strong enough to travel. He was such a sweet old boy, who lived for another happy 18 months, in the company of our old GSD who died a few months before him. Two losses in a year, and at each trip to the vet, the nurse stood there crying with us. We received a lovely card with the note to tell us the ashes were ready to collect. It all helps, doesn't it?
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