Thanks Allsorts. She wasn’t my first dog but my first whippet. I’d lost two dogs and several cats in the years prior to her and had been with them to the end, usually when possible having it done at home. I have a terrible memory anyway but can’t remember why I ended up allowing it to happen. I am consoling myself with the fact that I’ve sometimes found vets less than caring but that particular practice was a sighthound specialist and people were literally coming from all over the country, such was their reputation. I know it sounds daft but I even poured it out to an acquaintance of mine who runs a spiritualist church the other day and he took my hand and gave me a sort of absolution. I had another dog at the time who was blind senile and incontinent and when she died a while later I buried their ashes on the beach where they used to love walking. I had a new whippet puppy at the time who I was struggling to love as I missed the other dog so much. But, as we were walking away from where I’d buried their ashes she picked up the remains of a crab and presented it to me. She’d never done that before but the other dog used to. I just burst into tears as I felt she was saying ‘I’m not Fliss but I will try to be like her’. And she was. She was the dearest, sweetest girl. Plagued with ill health though unfortunately. But I didn’t make the same mistake with her, thankfully.
Good Morning Friday 3rd July 2026
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