Ok, time to fess up.
We had to have Molly put to sleep tonight.
First time we have ever had to do this with any dog.
Everyone was totally in agreement, her brain was fried, she had cancer of the liver and her quality of life was zilch.
With all the other dogs we have ever owned this was the first time.
So not a fun time even though all the staff were lovely about it.
So we went to the producers' market, met loads of friends, got well sozzled and felt their support. Ate well too.
W is now in bed and I am sitting here grizzling a bit.
Still 15.5 years is a good innings.
R.I.P Molly.