Our dear little dog died late yesterday.
She had been poorly for several days, and we could see that she was thinking about calling it a day, because she went off her food, then didn't want to drink. It was a quiet end, and in fact I was actually on the phone to the vet when my wife called out, so our lovely chum stayed right here with us at her end and is now asleep for good.
Nolly (Nols) was about fifteen. She'd had a rotten start to life, and had been chucked into the Blue Cross in Northiam when about a year old. A family had taken her on for a very short while, but because she chased their cats around all the time, even getting in and out of the catflap - she was very small - they took her back without giving her a chance.
We nearly missed the phone message from Blue Cross in March 2007, but we'd seen her picture, and although we'd both noticed that she needed a home, we hadn't said much to each other as up to then we'd had four cats, but were without pets at the time.
Anyway, we went to see her and that was that - Nols was certainly coming to live with us, and so she did. Her arrival changed our lives. It wasn't a good time in business, the government and banks were trashing the country, and we really did need some help, and by God, she did just that! We walked everywhere, The Pinetum, Cotherstone for a holiday, the village twice daily, Bodiam Castle, you name it!
We've managed the first few hours without her. She'll stay in our garden which she loved, and we'll always remember her as a feisty, noisy, fun-loving, forgiving, loving, little dog who brought us such joy for well over a quarter of our married life.
Sleep well, you gorgeous little girl.