Pub God

'There is a pub God and his name is George!'

Today was not the best day but I had a wonderful time. Hebe was not eating properly when we got up and has been deteriorating since Tuesday. As I wasn't around yesterday I asked J lots of questions about how she had been as I was concerned that she had moved on to another phase in her illness. We turned her over to clean her and the growth was huge, grown more since I last saw it on Thursday. After much discussion we decided it was time and I took Hebe to the vets for the last time. There were many, many tears.

A year ago my friend S who is in this photo next to J, bought me a London pub tour for my birthday. Even with the extreme sadness we decided to continue with the booked event as it would take our mind off of what had happened to the family. I'm glad we went :-)