Hearing Bella barking at 2am but without Kez's deeper undertones I knew deep down that was it and she'd died.
I will be forever grateful that she died in her own home with a furry companion by her side and that I didn't have to look in her eyes and make that call - she didn't suffer it was just her time.
|Last picture of Kez|
It has been difficult to reconcile, although she was nearly 13, she had only that morning made her usual rounds of the garden barking at and chasing all the birds, wolfed her food down then scavenged for the kids scraps and snuggled up on the sofa in the evening, paws twitching dreaming of something so exciting, that it was a huge shock. How could that be it so quickly?
|Snoozing on the sofa|