My first sight this morning? A little collie looking down at me on the floor smiling with the tip of her tail twitching. What a sight for sore eyes she was. Before I’d even had time to draw a breath a big black wet nose was in my left eye with a tongue wrapped a round the end of my nose. Meg had crept down to saw “hello!”. I cannot imagine life without dogs.
A diary of a little collie with cancer who crept into our hearts.