Mine was an american cocker, white, black, with a few brown spots here and there.
Her name was Oum, Pepette is the name that Patrice gave her, but not her true name, just an affectuous nickname.
The last moments were full of tenderness, and she knew, understood that the end was near for her, better, she let me understood that I took the right decision.
The price to pay for her freedom and for the end of her pains.
I'm not really ready to welcome another dog, right now, and I believe, for a long time.
Not the best moment to welcome this watch I was hunting for a long time, sadly.
But hey, that's life, and we have to go on, with Oum in my mind.
Best, my friend, and thanks for your words which moved me a lot, as you can imagine it.
Nicolas, desperately on the other side vof the river.