The photo below was the last I took of Cocoa. He's setting off on his last walk, among the wild garlic and bluebells.
Within 30 minutes he had died in our arms on the hillside above, with the beauties of the valley set out below us. He's been buried in the garden and I'm building a small cairn among the quarry workings to mark where he died.
Cocoa has appeared a few times before on the blog. Here he takes a swim. While I'm away, please have a look around; I'll be back soon.
