Well, what can I say?! This week has been horrendous. As some of you may know, I lost my beloved boy Louie this week. He was a British Bulldog I rescued 11 years ago when he was 2 years old. At the age of 11 he developed problems with his throat (to do with his trachea and soft palate) but I was told repeatedly that he was too old to have surgery (11 is VERY old for a bulldog, I had a vet confirm to me this week that due to their health problems, the average life expectancy of a bulldog nowadays is 6!). So basically, for the last two years Louie has been collapsing every few months. And when I say collapsing, I mean it was like he was dead. His tongue would go blue, he wouldn’t be breathing and I would have to resuscitate him. I’m glad I did this as it gave me an extra two years with the most wonderful dog in the world. I had some moany old trolls