I was walking Flyte back to my car this afternoon, Skye had been taken down to the stream by Rosie, as usual whilst Flyte had managed to remain fairly clean, the little mudlark had achieved his aim of getting plastered and was in need of a dip before being deemed clean enough for the drive home, As I waited for them to catch up I was approached by a chap who commented on Flyte, and how Retrievers love the water, Etc. A very nice chap, pleasant and courteous, he went on to tell me about his dog, he had a Cocker. 13 years old who, for some reason, had both of her eyes surgically removed a while back. I sympathised, as you do,. but could not find anything to say about this other than what a shame. We got back to the car and whilst Rose was battling to remove the seeds and other junk from Skyes' coat the chap in question got his old cocker from out of his car. I cant begin to tell you how sad it made both Rose and myself to see this poor old lady, hunched up, very likely athritic, looking confused and distressed. Now I'm sure that this guy loved his dog, I'm sure that she was as well looked after as any old lady could be, but it beggered the question as to how far you can take these situations. Just how far is far enough? Truly I couldn't see what life had left to offer this poor dog, certainly not a lot of joy or excitement to my way of thinking. I know in my heart of hearts that I couldn't see any of my dogs eking out their last days like this, I also know that I'll be thinking about that poor old girl as I lie in bed tonight. I hope she decides to take the walk across the bridge very soon.