My sister Valeria
Yesterday, I received the very sad news that my sister Valeria has died. By heart goes out to her human, who was my breeder. Valeria was the sister I went for walks with whenever I went to Switzerland. We had many very happy times together. Valeria would find sticks and run with them, not letting me join in. I’d chase her anyway. Happy times.
Valeria was twelve years old and very sadly had been diagnosed with cancer which was past the stage of being operable. She lived a full life up until the day before she died. Rest in peace my beautiful sister.
Today Mum hasn’t wanted to turn the page on the calendar, as June was a picture of me and Valeria sitting on a bench on the Raten.
Meanwhile I’m in trouble
Meanwhile I’m in trouble. I’d like to say that it wasn’t my fault, but if I’m being honest, it probably was. Yesterday morning I was sick at 5am. Why? Because I’d been eating things that aren’t digestible. Pebbles might be able to get away with eating bones, but they have never worked for me. It’s a simple equation – eat bone, be sick some hours later.
The real trouble isn’t even that Mum has to get up and clear up after me. The problem is that I end up feeling more hungry than normal and moan if I don’t get as much food as I’d like. I can moan very loudly – and did from 5am onwards. Strangely, Mum was more cross about that then the fact I’d eaten some bone. Mum has asked me very nicely if I could be just a tiny bit more considerate. In theory the answer is of course I can. Sadly, the reality is that little devil on my shoulder always gets in the way.
Love and licks
Wilma
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