Not at all running related, but I don't think I can't blog about this.
Our beautiful border collie puppy Meg had a seizure yesterday morning, and after spending the whole day to and from the vets, she had to be put to sleep. To say I'm gutted is a total understatement. She was exactly six months old yesterday, and I was expecting another 15 years with the little bundle of fun.
You couldn't have had a nicer temperament in a dog, a loving, playful, loyal companion.
I'm missing her terribly already, what a damn shame