Well it's one of those posts than everyone hopes to never have to write, but Saturday saw the death of Meg, my youngest lurcher. It was the end of a terrible week, one which I hope never to experience again. A fox was bolted from some bales which Meg took off after. She rounded a barn and I heard the most awful noise, one that made me instantly sick to my stomach. The little lass had hit a plough and broke her neck and I had to make the decision there to shoot her. Never a nice thing to have to do.
She'd been coming on great guns and was doing everything I'd asked of her bar working o