Brook, my beautiful gentle blue merle collie rough was 12 when we took that dreaded drive to the vets. I remember the 28th January 2006 as one of the most painful days of my life. The poor old dear, the nerves had died in her hind quarters and she could no longer play with the vigor that she once had. Right to the very end the mind was willing, but the body said “I can’t do it mum”. So it became cuddle time instead of play time. For the 12 wonderul years that my husband and I spent with her, we are grateful and she will always hold a big place in our hearts.