Can hardly believe that it's nearly 2 years ago now since our boy left us, seems like yesterday really, funny how you remember every little detail. You often hear of people being unlucky and it seems, with some of our dogs at least, we definitely are. The bizarre circumstances that led to Quill's death involved a breezy day, a neighbour's washing on the line blowing off, a tea towel landing in our Bernard's kennel, our boys messing around with it, Quill eating it and then not being poorly until a week later - we had no idea what had happened until he had come out of emergency surgery! Unfortuantely he died in recovery from the trauma of the whole event, but who could have dreamed up that set of events? I guess some would say it's a prime example of chaos theory, where little details all add up to create a unique set of circumstances - on another day the wind wouldn't have blown that towel off the line, or would have blown it further down the garden or the boys would have been in the house and not outside etc. etc. etc!
We know it's no use dwelling on things and horrible stuff just sometimes happens, so we remember Quill as the gorgeous, gentle, caring soul he was.