I’ve just got off the phone with my mum and she gave me bad news.
Her dog Tia died in her sleep on Sunday.
It’s not a huge shock, she’s not been in good health for a while. She was about 15 years old (no-one is really sure). She survived cancer, she survived more than a few diets.
I’ll miss her. I’ll miss her futile attempts to beg food from me.
It’s going to be weird. Mum and dad have already decided not to get another dog. Mum doesn’t like small dogs and they are both in their 70’s, so it wouldn’t really be fair. But it’s going to be weird going back to a dogless house. The first since before I was born.
RIP Tia. Have fun with Kari, Bonnie and Lady.