Monday was always the day Mirren dictated her blog. She is no longer able to do it so I'm finishing this for her. In a roundabout way, I contacted Mirren's breeder. One brother died two weeks ago and another is more than wobbly on his legs. It seems weird that they are going away at the same time. Mirren came home today and it is reassuring to have her home. She is back at the window. The window where all our dogs have spent their time checking out who goes past and if there were any cats, rabbits, pheasants or other dogs in need of a good barking.

We found old videos of Mirren when she was about 5 years old. She was flying over fences and gates, abusing Magnus, chasing toys and racing along the beach like a cheetah. It was strangely comforting because it showed us that she had become a very old lady with sore legs and liver problems and that all she wanted now was a very comfortable bed and good food and that maybe, it was time.

Mirren passed away this morning at 5.15. She died as the vet walked in the door. She was 10 years and 8 months. She was always going out on her own terms. We drove her round all her favourite walks and then took her to Eildon View. They were lovely and allowed us time with her in her basket. She was wrapped in her star wrap, wearing her Drama Queen pink scarf and her pink hair bow from the twins. Our baby girl has gone to join her friends. Our hearts are broken.