It's been a sad day. Last night I went to bed in the knowledge that Shep, our faithful Rough Collie was not in good shape. He'd been ill for a while, but not in pain, just generally getting old. On March 20th he was 17 years old, old for a large dog, so we all knew he was literally on his last legs.
I awoke this morning in the early ours of the morning, and I remember a gut-wrenching feelings that something was wrong. His strange groan that he has started last night was silent, and I just knew what had happened. I couldn't sleep, so got up early, only to find that just a few minutes before Shep had died while sleeping... My father at his side trying to keep Shep company all night.
Goodbye Shep, you will be forever remembered by everyone who knew and loved you.