Memory.

I cannot begin to express how the last six months have been for us. So I won't try.



I can still see Meg bursting into the loo asking for hugs at inopportune moments, I can still feel the impact of the outstretched paw in the eye when she rolled over to beg for tummy rubs. I can still hear the clatter of her dog tags as she washed out the bowls after ever meal.

I can still feel KuBrin pressing his head into my chest asking for hugs. I can still see him resting his head on Brian's shoulder when he was driving. I can still picture his ecstatic "happy dance" when one of us came in the door.

I can hear the sound of Cleo's paws on the hard floor, and picture her mid air 120 degree turn when running and playing with Tealeaf. I can feel her delicate face between my hands, and the soft velvet of her ears. I can picture her snapping at the air and doing a little "stampy dance" after food.

I can hear the "thump thump" of Boots' tail on the sofa when he heard his name, and see his prancing, wriggly "out for a walk" dance. I can see his best Dracula impression of a lopsided smile when his tummy was rubbed.

These are thing things I want to remember, not the illness, not the pain.

I miss them all. And so does Tealeaf.

So do me a favour folks, get off the computer, forget the washing and ironing, leave the paperwork to tomorrow.

Go throw a ball, have a walk, tickle a tummy, have a snuggle on the sofa. Treasure the moments and give your best friends a hug from me, please.