On Monday afternoon (yesterday) at 2:54pm our faithful, loyal dog of almost 16 years passed peacefully away.

I had never experienced this before, and the agonising hour beforehand waiting for the vet to come, while we questioned whether we were doing the right thing, was unimaginably gut wrenching!

The three members of our family were gathered and many tears flowed. We said our farewells and spent time with him afterwards, then had a simple burial (a big hole - for a big dog, which we had prepared a few weeks beforehand).

Surprisingly the worst part was the waiting and afterwards I felt a kind of peace and healing. That's not to say that the tears are not far away but neither too are the many memories!