The Welsh lockdown is now over and Winnie had her follow appointment at the vets to go to.
I had to left her into and out of Bluebell and the twelve year old vet had to help her up the one step into the surgery while I was instructed to wait outside.
My request for some general painkillers was granted but the vet was at a loss of what to do next.
Winnie is gently fading like a dry brown rose in a vase.
The vet lowered his voice, and looked uncomfortable. He was about to bring up the subject of euthanasia
Winnie let out a large fart and looked bored
He brought up the subject as I suspected
I put my hand up.
“The time isn’t quite right” I told him “ I’ll know when it is”
The old girl was watching me carefully, with a sort of look that she understood the subject of the conversation and she very slowly walked back to Bluebell with a snort and a limp
We stopped at McDonalds on the way home.
I had a coffee, a flat white.
She had a double cheeseburger without the pickle
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