Today we got back the ashes of our labrador Sandy. I wasn’t convinced on doing this, but daughter wanted to, so I thought it might help. I don’t really know what to do with them. Or even how to refer to them – when the vet called me they said “Sandy has been returned to us” (which brought to mind Stephen King’s Pet Sematary), and I didn’t know what the right term was to use in reply “I’ll pick her/it/them up”.
Today we said goodbye to our lovely, faithful Labrador, Sandy after 11 years. It was a tough day.
Some welcome September sunshine meant we took Brandy and Sandy out today. Don’t worry, Sandy wasn’t walked like this, I held her, but this was just for the photo.
A while ago I reported that Sandy had been unwell, but seemed to have pulled through. Well, she’s back to being unwell again, I fear we may be approaching the end. Here Pip sits on her for comfort.
This my labrador, Sandy. She is 10.5 years old which is getting on a bit for a lab. She has had a few bouts of illness over the past year, and after the most recent round we had The Talk. But she rallied and seems happy and healthy at the moment. Here she enjoys the 15 minutes of sunshine we enjoyed today. Here’s to ya Sandy.
We took Sandy up to meet Brandy today. There was much indifference on both parts.
Pip launches an attack on Sandy from the vantage point of a rock. Sneaky tactics.
Confused selfie down the Knap with daughter as she encourages dogs to go in the sea.
Needed to do some thinking today so took dogs down to [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_Knap]Cold Knap[/url] in Barry. I arrived as something akin to a hurricane hit. Bracing is the term. The dogs didn’t enjoy it much either. But I got some thinking done.