I feel physically and emotionally exhausted at the moment. On Friday, my beloved dog, Domino, had to be put down. And I'm heartbroken.
He would have been fifteen on Thursday. He was almost entirely blind and deaf, had dementia, was losing weight, kept walking into walls and could barely walk around the block before refusing to move. So I know that he's better off now - life can't have been much fun for him.
Ave et vale, my darling boy. Be at peace.