It is a very upsetting day for me today.
Firstly, I am very sad to report that Bubble passed away this week. Despite outwardly appearing lively and healthy of late, Caroline found her suffering from breathing problems on Monday evening. She quickly went downhill and died later that night.
Bubble was 7 years old and a wonderful character. With her partner Benson she was a source of great joy at the Rescue, regularly making me laugh out loud with their crazy breakfast antics. She will be missed. Binky free, sweet girl.
The other reason it is a very emotional day for me is that around 9.35am it will be one year since Jemima left for the bridge, her life brought to an end several months before her 7th birthday by a rapidly-growing tumour in her chest.
I had hoped to write a longer piece today, about how she was my deeply loved, beautiful, chubby little girl, my friend, the reason my clothes have big chompy holes in and the reason I stopped hating cold mornings (you can't hate going outside when it means seeing that wonderful and excited face come racing towards you eager for breakfast!). But even a year on I'm breaking apart just writing this much, it hurts so much remembering how much pain I saw in her those last few hours and then seeing the life fade from her eyes as she looked up at me from the vets table in her final moments.
Jemima, my beautiful velvet girl, I miss you so much.
