Our darling old boy died early in the evening of April 6, 2011. He had a good last day with two walks, the second including a lie-down in the sun with lots of pats.
He died naturally - no veterinary intervention - in my arms. He had lived with me for five and a half years and was at least 16 years old.

Emmylou has a new hobby and Åsa is not happy about it at all. Actually, it's not the hobby she objects to, it's Emmylou's obsession.

I am a big brown dog. I have long legs and big paws and a great big head. Åsa calls me Stig. I used to have another name and I used to live somewhere else.

Hi, Clancy here.

Emmylou and I have been very busy, helping Åsa look after her niece and nephew, Paloma and Ronan, who were visiting from New York. They live in something called an apartment and can't have a dog. The thing is Paloma, the girl, is crazy about dogs, and she really kept Emmylou busy. I didn't mind, I got in some good snuggles with the boy, Ronan. When Paloma came to stay we both slept on her bed. I was a bit worried I was not going to get any sleep, she was so excited. She was laughing and laughing. But she settled down and I even had a sleep in! Then when Ronan stayed too we divided them up: I slept on the boy's bed and Emmylou slept on Paloma's. Actually we all ended up in the same bed, with their mum. Åsa got quite a surprise when she peeked in on us in the morning!

Hi, it's Emmylou here at last.
I have been asking and asking Åsa and Clancy. Can I write a blog, I said, please, please, please. But they told me I had to wait, and I hate waiting.
I had to wait until Clancy wrote his, and Clancy is VERY SLOW, but I am VERY FAST!!!

Hi, it's Clancy here. Åsa has been asking me to write a blog, but I was worried.  I said to her there are so many things I just don't understand. And she said that was OK, I didn't have to explain anything, just write about how I feel, so here goes.