Yesterday should have been a fun day but it finished in tears. Our petrol head dachsund, Erba, is no longer with us.

We were on the way to Geneva in the train when a phone call came from the lady who was looking after Erba to say she was in a lot of pain and nearly in a coma. She was 17 years old and had not been eating much for the last few days. Unfortunately it had arrived at the point where a decision had to be made.

Erba was a dog who loved to go in cars, the destination was unimportant, to travel was the thing.

With me alone in the Morgan she was happy in the foot well but when Alis was in the car she insisted on riding in Alis's lap and watching the road.



When she saw the bags being packed she knew we would go away without her.



Alis would have liked to be with her at the end, but it was not to be.

Peter

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