
I have had her for nearly 15 years and it felt so wrong to come down stairs this morning and not have her greet me with her daft grin and wagging tail.
She has been off colour for several weeks and the vet had done tests on a growth near the base of her tail. Well we went back for the results yesterday and the vet gave us the bad news that there was very little he could do except maybe prolong things for a few weeks at most.
She had been a loyal and trusted friend since she was eight weeks old and I could not contemplate her last weeks being spent in pain, so we took the only other course of action.
Now I have the awful task of explaining to four of my grandchildren who are sleeping over tonight why Taz is not there to play with them any more, not a task I relish
