Whichever way I look at it. Whichever way I try to avoid it. The uncomfortable truth is that by Monday our beloved dog will no longer be with us.

We have had 12 amazing years with the gorgeous creature. And I will be forever grateful for that.

He is now half paralysed and today is refusing to eat and drink. But he’s cosy on his bed in front of the wood burner surrounded by his favourite teddies and without pain.

I’ve been ordered into the kitchen because I keep crying all over the poor puppy !

The vet will be here Monday morning. If Tsar survives that long.

It’s better to have loved and lost…etc