"The dog that broke my heart"

 

No, not my heart!

The Mistress is in tears.  Again.  Anything seems to set her off at the moment, especially the word cancer. And if it's the two words, dog and cancer, in the same sentence... well, the floodgates open. And don't close!

One such trigger was today's Times.

Author and blogger, Stephen Foster, is clearly a man with a heart.  He knows that once you've experienced the love of a dog, nothing else compares.

One of his dogs, like me, was a rescue hound; Ollie was a very handsome Lurcher (saluki-cross).  Sadly, Ollie got bone cancer.  Like me.

If you want to see some really beautiful writing, check out his blog, Walking Ollie.  And if you read the post, Leaving Ollie, make sure you have some man tissues to hand.  There will be tears unless you have a heart made of stone.

I know what the Mistress will want for Christmas (apart from a miracle!); some Stephen Foster books. Along Came Dylan is his latest.

Enjoy.  And crying is OK.  Really.