Megan

One of the saddest times during the summer was when my little old dog Megan became ill, she started having seizures and did not want to eat. Going for walks was out of the question.  Then at the beginning of August she died.  She was almost 18 years old and we had had her from 6 weeks so a huge loss to us all.  

We decided to bury her down by the stream and was in the middle of doing this when Ann turned up, she has a knack of turning up at just the right time and having her there really helped Liz and I.