Rannie died

I don't feel much like my usual chatty self today.

Last night, our dog Rannoch (See October 10th in case that link doesn't work) died.
We tried to keep him home and allow him to die in safe surroundings, but by the end even we had to admit it was way past a comfy place for him, and we had to take him to the night vet. We brought him home and buried him in the garden. No matter how much you know in your heart, that you did your best by them, there's always the feeling that maybe you could have done more. What if. What if. It was an absolutely ghastly time and even now I feel as though my heart is breaking a little. The other dogs are still at home - they had a rough time too, not really understanding what was going on, and being very subdued as poor wee Rannie shrieked and gasped, and writhed and fitted. The vet said he's had a massive brain haemmorrhage and that there really was nothing we could do for him, except to shorten his life by a couple of hours and let him go peacefully.
So, not a very inspiring blip today. But an insight into my life, which isn't great at the moment.