Hello Everyone,
Back from a fantastic 17 days in Montreal. Our family couldn't do enough to make our stay very enjoyable.
Arrived back at Manchester via Paris yesterday morning feeling drained and a bit(?) tired to be met by our daughter, Tracy, who could not stop crying. We finaly got her to tell us that Gizzy, our dog had lost the use of her back legs the night before but as it was Sunday night, she did not know what to do. When we got home, the poor dog was laid on a rug and looked very sad and distressed. A quick call to the vets and Gizzy was at the surgery in half an hour.
He said that she had probably had a stroke and a couple of injections may(!) help her. Tracy decided that as Gizzy was 18½ years old, she didn't want her to suffer anymore so that was it.
So yesterday was spent unpacking in almost silence and plenty of tears all round.
Yes! Even I, at 63 years old, cried like a child several times.
Eighteen and a half years is a long time to have a faithful friend and then suddenly lose them.
dave
