It's nearly 3:30 am on Thursday...I'd have been here sooner but mt internet payed up for a short while.
I shall not repeat th Harri saga except to say that he was now much better with other dogs when out walking. He had many friends.
At 1 a.m. I had to cross the Thames to Dartford. The local vet has main offices there and I needed them. Harri had fallen off his big armchair and at first I thought he'd hurt a leg. In fact when I checked him over thoroughly, I realised that the reverse was the case. Something had happened to make him fall....he'd had a stroke, poor old boy.
I rang the vets and was told I was probably wrong ....I insisted so was told to bring him to HQ. So at 1 a.m. I was off over the Thames. He was checked...and I was right, I'm afraid. Nothing could be done for him of course, so I said goodbye to him. In the morning I shall go into the local branch and pay the bill.
At least he had one decent year of life and was quite a happy boy these last few months.
I'll let the Dogs' Trust people now tomorrow and come the New Year, with all back to normal, shall take on another.
It's a strange feeling and not like losing a dog you've had since a pup. There's sadness, but a slight feeling of achievement too - very odd. I'm so glad I did it.
