Today we had to say goodbye to our beautiful Pebble. She was 20 years old and for the past couple of months her health had been deteriorating. She had arthritis, kidney problems and hadn't eaten for over a week. The vet agreed it was the kindest thing to do. Brian held her but I had to go and sit in the car - I'd already blubbed enough.
I'll miss our conversations...she could say 'ham', 'out' and 'buff' (that meant milk) and she did a great Chewbacca impersonation when she wanted to go in Liz's room.
She had a good life, bless her, I console myself with that.