Farewell to Ceri

I had it first!

It was a bitter-sweet experience this morning, when, at 0830 hours, Emily, Ceri's guide dog trainer came to the house to pick Ceri up one last time. As I type this Emily is driving Ceri to her new, permanent home where she will begin life as a fully trained and qualified Guide Dog.




With last night being Ceri's final night with us she was--deservedly--spoilt. An extra Bonio treat (can't give too many as she's watching her figure), and a full evening of lying on the sofa with my wife cuddling - both snoozing, I hasten to add! Later, much, much later, whilst I watched my usual recorded 'Big Bang Theory' episode, I let Ceri back up on the sofa for my final cuddle session. And that was where I left her to sleep the remainder of the night.

I was awoken, as usual, this morning by Ceri's big brown-eyed face by the side of my bed. And, as was her way, she had brought something from her selection of cuddly toys to parade about with whilst wagging her tail and rump enthusiastically. But sleep had deserted me, so my wife and I decided to take Ceri out for one final walk with her new best friend, Darcy. My wife cried before the walk, during the walk, and especially as we packed up Ceri's things--including two new cuddly toys--and the bed we bought on her arrival at our home, eight weeks ago.

Isn't this sunshine simply divine, darling!

We are going to miss Ceri terribly, but are extremely happy that she has a permanent home with a very deserving new owner, who by all accounts is over the moon about having Ceri. She is going to be a new lease of life for this lady and will be loved, and in turn love, unconditionally.

Ceri, some daft bugger, and our baby, Darcy.

And do big boys cry? Of course they do...