19-05-2025
‘Die … I want to die now,' my mother wrote
He was an unlikely angel, a Staffordshire x English bull terrier rescue dog, and I don't know how long the world was blessed with this gentle misshapen potato, I only know that Trevor — the best dog ever — and I shared ten blissful years together.
Now he panted by the front door, his meaning clear. With the help of several vets I had successfully balanced his palliative care medication for weeks. But suddenly he was in pain, and there was nowhere left to go but kidney failure.
Tenderly I lifted him into the passenger seat, his seat. He did not sit up to discuss directions or affectionately clean my ears, as he always had. 'I love you I love you I love you,' I
