|My little dog, 14 years ago|
It's very cold (2 C) and dark and the beginning of the week. Today I go to get the referral for the colonoscopy and gastroscopy. That's where they stick a fibre-optic cable up and down you to look at your colon and your stomach, respectively. It's horrid, the whole process horrible. Bleagh. But at least it's me and I know what's happening. A much worse thing this week is that I'll be taking my dog down for his last visit to the vet. He's quite senile now, and he's becoming distressed all the time. He's been my loyal and loving friend for 16 years, more loyal than so many of my human friends. He's loved me without judging, he's forgiven me when I've been grumpy. And now it's time.
I can't bear it.