I haven’t posted this until now, she died on 2 July, because I just couldn’t bring myself to.
She died. I’ve been more or less ok up to now, concentrating on the positives: more time to ride my bike, less stress (she was a very challenging dog to look after), more money. I miss her so much. I adored her, my life was organised to accommodate her.
I’ve been really good, been out in the evenings, done longer rides, played my recorder more (she hated it), tidied my garage, changed my work pattern, made plans. But today I feel so sad.