Not my best of days. We have known for a little while now that my oldest dog, Giz, a Staffie bitch was not long for this world. She has been going blind, getting less mobile and subject to ever more odd behaviour but this morning she came in from the garden limping from yet another minor stumble. It pained me to do it, but I had to own up to the plain fact that her time had finally come. So, at 4:10pm we arrived at the vets and the deed was done. I am gutted - she was my pal. My other Staffie, Ellie, is lost at the moment. Giz was a rescue dog and, out of courtesy, we rang the nice lady that arranged for us to adopt her to give her the news. The result? We are off tomorrow to examine the possibilty of rehoming a 15-month old boy Staffie called Levi. If it all works out and the two dogs get on...........
Goodnight Giz, God bless and thanks for ten wonderful years.