Farewell, my beloved small dog
Yesterday was a truly hard day; my Coton de Tulear, Tycho, who was fourteen, suddenly deteriorated very swiftly and we had to take him to the vets here in Hong Kong. His bloods came back with terrifyingly poor kidney function and we took the always devastating decision to let him go. Tycho died in my arms. I am totally heartbroken. Anyway. I know many of you will have been through something similar. Fourteen years of mutual devotion is better than many marriages can boast! How our precious animals do break our hearts, don’t they. I know how absolutely worth it the whole thing is, but in the immediate aftermath of shock and grief it’s awfully hard to think of all the wonderful times without weeping some more.
I am helped through it all by a wonderful husband, and by my Havanese, Cuba, who you can see here in my little photo of us both.