When Rikki died it was a little easier for us since all the doggie toys, food, treats and beds were for Rhubarb to use. Now that he’s gone there are so many things that remind me of him. When you live your life around your dogs making sure you close doors, filling up water bowls, making sure they go outside before bed and the walks it’s so very difficult, even after this one day, to face the emptiness of the house.

It was fairly clear after Rikki died that Rhubarb was unhappy. While she was alive he used to grumble at her and move away if she came close, but when she got sick he would snuggle up to her. We always knew he loved her really.

Rikki’s life wasn’t so good before we rescued her. Before she was 2 she had given birth to 2 litters, both via cesarean section. Any responsible vet would have neutered her after the first. She came to us petrified. I think we gave her as much love and affection as possible and she returned it. I think I’m right in saying that in the years we were together she learned to trust us and feel safe.