I did not take my camera out for our morning walk. I descided not to so this picture is one that I took on the 23rd. By the afternoon of this Monday Em was seriously ill and by tea time had died while having an opperation to try to save her. I find I am expecting this still picture of her to pant, turn and be again. A moments rest before turning and running on to a fresh discovery.

Nowhere is the same anymore because I must confess to have seen a lot of life through her eyes. The open fields with paths and sticks and ways to go. The excitement of the beach that stretches on and on and the waves, the sea, that goes along with it.

I leave my comments now before I remember too much.