Flo

Last September we had to say goodbye to our little Flo (pictured above) She was 14 and had started to have fits. The first came totally out of the blue, don’t they always! And after she had a few more we talked to the vet and as a family decided that we didn’t want her to have to go through lots of tests and medication for something which may or may not have made her better.  It was a tough decision but we knew she had a great life, her health had started to decline a bit anyway and she really hated going to the vets  so any kind of treatment would have made her cranky. She was our first dog. A scruffy little rescue that we paid £12 who was so hungry she munched on nana’s  loaf of bread on the way home from the kennels to the loving family dog that we all cried and cried for 14 years later. We had few problems on the way, namely her attitude to other dogs for the first five years (something anyone who met her in the latter years would find hard to believe!)  but most of the problems were probably due to my lack of knowledge at the time. She was a bit of a loner who liked her own space, hard as nails, loved a game of ball and once we figured her out she became a great help to me in the business. We have another dog Barry the Bordeaux but life wasn’t the same with one so a month or so later Sid the cocker pup joined our family, but that tale is for another day…