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Thank you all for your comments and concern It was Roger who found Albert under the bed, in the a spare room as soon as I brought him and the girls back from Trendy Carol’s.   Albert had curled himself  up inside a firm Sainsbury’s carrier bag and looked poorly.  I can’t believe I missed him Roger ran up and down the stairs five or six times before I realised he’d found him.  By the look of him, I think Albert has had a cerebral event , probably a stroke. But he looks comfortable and is not distressed  I’ve given him some painkillers and water via a syringe and all of the dogs and I are lying on the bed with Albert quiet underneath us. I’ll see what the night brings Animals….they break your friggin heart don’t they? from Going Gently https://ift.tt/fuCmrE1

  Gary Lineker is in limbo. He is or was the BBC's most highly paid presenter - anchoring the "Match of the Day" football highlights programme for twenty years but with what has transpired this week, his time at the BBC could very well be over. Before I carry on, I would just like to explain that before his TV career began he was a professional footballer and a stalwart of England's national side - scoring forty eight goals for his country in eighty appearances. Famously, he was never booked or sent off in his entire career. He was and still remains football's Mr Nice Guy. Earlier this week, the country's Home Secretary announced that rebooted plans were afoot to halt the flow of illegal immigrants arriving on our southern shores in inflatable dinghies. These dangerous voyages are invariably arranged by criminal gangs to which the desperate migrants have paid large sums of money.  It is a very complicated problem involving international law, the huge cost ...

 He was it of sorts yesterday afternoon and took himself upstairs to lie on my bed with a swishing of his tail. He ate only one small meal first thing and his gait was hesitant when he went to sit in the window seat as I made the bed. His head was hunched and his tail remained thrashing. He then pawed the soft cushion underneath him like a kitten pawing for milk. This was not like him. When I came up to bed last night, he wasn’t there , nor was he in the spare room . I searched the cottage and I couldn’t find him. The churned up snow on the patio had already frozen so there were no paw prints to see and there is no sign of him this morning.  He’s not at the neighbours, the garden or the sheds and I’m somewhat worried given his hatred of the cold and snow. He’s an old boy with only a broken leg in his long life that ever needed treatment and he hates the vets so much. I’m working the late shift today  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/ST9tgwr