I have posted this before and found the response both moving and the greatest by far I have had. For all those who have had a dog, lived with it, worked with it and cared for it you will understand my sentiments. About this time every year it comes around again. Some dogs are irreplaceable but some of the personal loss can be replaced by another. Some of you might have already seen it but others might not have.
I hear the phone ringing, I wait for an answer.
My mouth is dry and I donâ€™t want to speak.
I canâ€™t remember dialling the number.
Eventually it is answered just as I am about to hang up and delay the inevitable.
My misplaced human sentiment rises to the surface again.
I try to talk and explain who I am, what the problem is.
The voice on the other end is calm, politely reassuring and knows how I feel.
They have seen and heard this a hundred times.
I get my time and the count down begins.
90 minutes is an awful long time.
The journey is only a fraction of that.
90 minutes is about as long as a football match.
No time at all if...
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