The final countdown

It was a bit rubbish at work yesterday. I had two condolence cards to write for people whose pets had died, handed over a dog's ashes to its very tearful owner, and then helped put a much-loved elderly cat to sleep and console her owner, who was in bits having lost her own mother four days ago. At least the cat's passing was quick and painless, and she died being gently stroked and told what a good kitty she was. The final gift we can give to our old friends.

I felt a bit glum and lonely when I got home, although the dogs were all delighted to see me. I'm glad Ned's coming home tomorrow.