Yesterday was the day I'd been dreading, our darling girl Booty has gone.  We walked the dogs as normal on Tuesday and although she'd been having a good sniff, she was definitely more lethargic and struggled to get back to the car.  When we took her home, she refused all food and even water during the day, never a good sign.  As the day progressed, it became clear that she was slipping away.  We made the decision that if she made it through the night, then we'd call the vet out to the house in the morning.  We've discussed this previously and think this is by far the best way to go (if possible).  Through the night, neither Andrew nor I slept very well, Andrew had her on the bed with him, snuggled up next to him.  On Wednesday I stayed with her all morning, just having a very gentle cuddle, and letting her know we were nearby.  Because of the double Bank Holiday the vet was very busy, but agreed to come out at around 1.  

Just before he came we moved her downstairs, she was too weak by that stage to walk, and settled her on a comfy duvet on the sofa.  We took Andy upstairs and he got quite distressed (he obviously knew something was happening) and I stayed with him.  My over-riding memory is of cuddling him and his head getting wetter and wetter as the tears fell on it.      

Booty passed away very peacefully at 1.30.  The vet left us for a little while to say our last goodbyes and we made sure the dogs also had a chance to, before the vet came back and took her away for cremation.  We have asked for a private cremation and for the return of her ashes and will scatter these in her favourite places. 

After the vet left, we took the two boys and went for a walk.  At this time of day, Tredegar is very quiet and it was raining intermittently, our tears mixing with the rain, as we walked in a fog of grief.  

Today has also been difficult but I've been comforted by a number of things.  We've had some lovely emails and messages from friends and I'd like to thank all those who've done so.  Secondly, it has helped having Andy and Boola around - they still need to be fed and walked and cuddled.  Thirdly, I have no regrets about the time we spent with her.  Every single day she spent with us was a blessing and a privilege - she brought so much love with her but we were also able to make sure that she was loved and cherished every day.  

I've attached some photos of her. RIP Booty.  Your race is run.