We hope to follow a truly autonomous path, but sometimes the little nagging voice in my head gets the better of me and we sit down to do numeracy or literacy workbooks. Thankfully these moments get fewer and further between as they get on with whatever it is they want to be doing.
This month we had to say goodbye to Sonny, my old and faithful canine companion of more than12 years. A rescue mongrel from Wales who, at 10 months old, was hit by a car and broke his pelvis in several places. He made a fantastic recovery and led a very full and active life. He has been noticeably getting older this last year, although still very fit ; he did a 10 mile bike ride in the Forest of Dean in June. He seemed to be going a little deaf and just not always himself. We used to say jokingly that he was losing the plot a bit. Then one day, he just suddenly took a turn for the worse and seemed dizzy and unable to stand properly. Almost drunk looking. We decided to say goodbye on a high note as we all wanted to remember him as the dog he was, not as this doddering old man he suddenly was. I was also a little worried about him being senile around the children. An old, grouchy dog does not go very well with a boisterous 2 year old, and 13 years for a dog is about 91 in human years I believe. So, I held him when he closed his eyes for the last time so that he went peacefully and happy. We have his ashes in a box and hope to return to one of our favourite places in Wales to say goodbye to him properly next year.
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