Argus title : In mourning for two loving souls
Things are very different now when I go downstairs in the morning. I used to chat away to our dog Mickey as I made tea or toast. In truth, more often than not, I’d sing to him. I’d warble away and he’d wait patiently for me to get on with it and feed him.
Now he’s not there so I don’t sing. I miss him. Mickey developed a brain tumour and died not long before Christmas. He’d lived with us for 9 years. Continue reading