We all know about the only certainty in life don't we? Well, Monday was the sad day for Bess, our companion dog for almost 14 years, We rescued her from an RSPCA kennel where she had ended up after a very brief career as a sheepdog (failed) and a briefer spell with well meaning owners who simply could not cope with her.
Her failure as a sheepdog left scars. She worried for Yorkshire, was frightened of men generally and was terrified of men with sticks. She also shied away from Land Rovers. People in general frightened her - something of a problem when you live in a town centre. We persisted with her, came to adore her and to admire her as she gradually came to terms with her fears, almost.
Her favourite place of all was in the north west window of the water tower where she could keep an eye on the station's comings and goings - and bark as appropriate; sometime whether-or-not.
That Doggie in the Window
For some while she had been unsteady on her feet, especially on our hardwood floors. All four legs would splay out and she was towards the end unable to get herself back up. This situation led to limited exercise. Eventually she lost her appetite for food - most unlike her! It was clear that her mental faculties were failing too. Deafness did not help when she would often just stand in the middle of a room wondering why on earth she was there. We all know that feeling!
Our smashing vet Guy Bolger did what needed to be done and the house seems really rather quiet.
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