Yesterday, Quink's condition got worse so we took the decision to wait no longer and had him put to sleep. It was very sad but also peaceful because it was still a holiday so the vet opened the surgery specially for us.
Lovely, lovely boy, uncomplaining to the end. There's a massive emptiness in the house. He is very much loved and missed. There's also a sense of relief because it was becoming hard for Quink to get about.
I don't think Moose has noticed anything because he wouldn't do, would he? (Not the brightest fellow in the doggy universe - and also over 100 years old in dog years, so he's allowed to be a bit on the vacant side) But I'm SURE Roly is unsettled. He's doing a lot of wandering around the house sniffing and won't settle.
That's all I can say today.