SUNDAY [09/10/16]
This Sunday, we went conker hunting. It’s bittersweet each year now. This is the third year without my gorgeous fur baby Casanova, the third Autumn when he hasn’t been here to leap in and out of the crunchy golden leaves. I don’t talk about him a great deal, because when I do it brings tears to my eyes almost instantly – but there isn’t a day when he’s not in my thoughts. I miss him so very much. I can’t even type any more. My Cass. The sweetest, gentlest, bravest and most noble husky. My heart hurts.
