Harold

I had to pay a visit to the vets again this morning, this time with Harold. He seemed to have had a stroke which left him unable to walk and without control of his functions. Basically he was destined for a life of lying in his own pee and having Trefor biting his ears constantly. In fact he did manage to give Trefor one last bark and nip before I took down to the vets. Once at the vets he did the longest wee ever all over the floor. It even went under the door of the surgery into the waiting room. Like Frank he left one last mark for us to remember him by. So there we go, Frank and Harold who have been with us since we were married...in fact before...are now longer. An end of an era, but Trefor marks the start of new one. I suspect it will be several months before the traces of white dog hairs around the house disapear as they seem to stick to everything. Here are some of the last pictures we took of Harold last week where surprisingly he had a spurt of life and even gave Trefor a chase.