Goodbye Pickle-Pie :(

Sigh. So a really very, very low point of my trip to Cape Town was having my lovely 12 year-old Border Collie, Pickle, put down. I won't lie, it sucked. Alotalot.

I have known it was coming for a whole year now, pretty much since around the time Fizzy was put down. We thought he'd outlive her, but he got Cancer and was gone rather suddenly. Pixie-sticks has had serious hip problems since around that time, like as in the vet was amazed that she was such a happy and excitable girl with the bone-deterioration she had. Like she ignored it completely. And she had bad days and plenty of other problems too (never ideal when a dog is allergic to fleas!), but she was still always very happy.

She was on a bunch of medication and the vet said it might cause problems for her and sadly it seems that her kidneys gave up after Xmas and there wasn't really a choice :(

Urgh, it's a whole week later, and I'm still crying while I write this. *sob* Will miss you, my puppy-girl.