Thank you, Petra and Sally ❤️❤️

As regards photos, well what do you know...

She didn't actually wear glasses during the treatment, we just put them on her for fun.

Here she is during her laser treatment. She was extraordinarily obliging about any sort of treatment or physical handling - perhaps a legacy of the intensive treatment and physical care she received when she was a very young pup. I used to take a packet of chicken and feed it to her while she had her laser, and occasionally acupuncture too. The only issue we ever had was when she occasionally got a little over-excited about the chicken and couldn't sit still. She would also shout all the way from the roundabout where we turned off, up the lane and down the track, as she was so impatient to get there...

She was also always up for her physio. Quick to learn what she needed to do and extremely obliging about doing it.... for a piece of chicken (or two...).

She was just the sweetest little bubba ❤️

Holly, I can well imagine how upsetting it must have been to receive that email. I thought myself at the time how that would have been still worse. Apart from anything because then I would have had to phone and check that the appointment had been cancelled and all the rest. The rehab vet has been extremely kind. She sent flowers the day that Elsie died, which was such a lovely gesture, I thought. It will be hard to go and see her tomorrow with just Meg, but I'm looking forward to seeing her too because I know how she loved little Pie.

Linda, I wish you weren't an ocean away, but what you say makes sense. Flooding the UK would not be so good, and Pie was in no way a water dog. Meg would naturally love it. Your kiss has been delivered ❤️

Sally, it's funny you should say that, because I used to say the same thing to Else. She would get terribly indignant if I took a photo of Meg and not of her. She saw it as favouritism and would vocalise her dissatisfaction. I used to say to her 'But Pie, you always look the same! I've got 5000 photos of you exactly like that, do we really need another one? Why don't you do something different?' And of course she'd just look straight back at me and then I'd take a photo anyway, because why not, and then she'd get her thank you biscuit, which was what she was really after in the first place. And now of course I am so grateful for every single one of those photos.

Now hopefully this one will make all of you smile. It makes me smile with my whole heart.

Pie had a thing about being left behind. If she saw me heading towards the car, or even just getting out the bag I often take to London, she would go straight to the car and stand with her paws up resting on it, to make sure she wasn't left behind. Often I would just put her in even an hour before we left because it was the only way I could get her to settle and stop worrying she was going to be left. It was the same at the end of a walk, she was always first back to the car, and she'd stand with her paws up on it (Meg meanwhile would be quarter of a mile back down the path, lying down refusing to come).

So here she is in her classic pose. It also shows off the beautiful shape of her body. How I loved the shape of her little body.!

Meg and I are in London for a couple of days, and when we left Norfolk to come, I found that I had to bring Pie's ashes with us. I just couldn't bear to leave them behind, even though I know, of course, that her spirit left them weeks ago, when she went on ahead of us. Pie couldn't have borne to be left behind, so she went on ahead, as she always did, and some day somehow Meg and I will join her.