The second major memory I have started when Jay was away on a course for several days, and Pat and I looked after Ally at our house. Of course she was always a little disgusted at staying at our house; not because she didn’t like us—she loved the hell out of us—but she couldn’t understand why these ‘old uns’ wouldn’t take her for hour-long walks like her daddy did.
After that, whenever she came over that was one of her favourite places to be. When I took Ria over to see her on Monday morning, Ally did the same thing. I was sitting on a log outside Jay’s house, and Ally—weak hind-end and all—shuffled into position under my legs for one last time.