Sitting at the kitchen table Sunday evening 29 April, I reached down and gentled the left side of Alfie’s snout. He loved that.
While Alfie and I had many conversations about his illness, he hadn’t talked to M, our son or me about letting him go, when the time was right. But that evening, Alfie pressed the side of his head hard into the palm of my hand,…
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