I remember Nana's dog,, chuckle we called her fat patch, many a sunday roast would go missing back in the late 60's, she was always getting caught by the dog catcher because she was big and fat, too slow to run. She died sadly after your passing, granddad had to have the vet because she was ill, and had to be put to sleep, but really she was old you had had her all her life. I cried buckets over the black bag granddad put her in, to bury her in the garden, she was part of you and now she was gone too. Your all together now
xx