This week has been an emotional roller coaster for me. With the Joy of getting Popeye back, then the sadness of the cygnets getting chased away. Today the ultimate sadness, with the passing of my faithful friend Millie.
She had a mini stroke this morning and I had to make the dreaded call to the Vet, something I delayed for several months as old age took it's toll.
Although she could no longer get about much, her quality of life was still enjoyed, and she had her half dozen high points every day up until yesterday.
I got her as a pup and she was a delight as all dog owners know.
I can honestly say she did not have a bad hair on her body. At 16 years and 3 months she lived an exceptional long life for a Labrador.
Her favourite game was a tug of war with me and two plastic bottles, something we did for many years.
Her first 8 years she had 3 walks a day, then 2 walks a day until 12, then one a day until 2 years ago. Maybe it was her genes, or maybe it was some of my porridge every day - or a combination of both.
She will be sorely missed - I had the joy , now the sadness. Farewell Millie.
