Sorry to hear that. We lost the old girls brother a white shepherd about 18 months ago. I swore blind that there would be no more.
. That didn’t last long as even with 1 the house was just to quiet. To be honest if we hadn’t of got the pups I think the old girl would have given up the fight after losing her brother. The pups gave her a new lease of life. I’ve had shepherds for 40 years now. Very loyal loving dogs. Oh is that the time I’m being told it’s time for walkies. 
Brilliant. I think we may look for a dog from a rescue centre post Christmas.Sorry to hear that. We lost the old girls brother a white shepherd about 18 months ago. I swore blind that there would be no more.
Sadly we lost the old girl on Sunday. She was 12 1/2 . We had a lovely morning walking at South Shields for a couple of hours. Sadly later that afternoon she suddenly became unwell and had heart failure and sadly passed away. Gutted.
I’m so sorry for you as she was such a beautiful dog. It’s hard to think of what to say but from reading your posts she had a wonderful life.Sadly we lost the old girl on Sunday. She was 12 1/2 . We had a lovely morning walking at South Shields for a couple of hours. Sadly later that afternoon she suddenly became unwell and had heart failure and sadly passed away. Gutted.
Sadly we lost the old girl on Sunday. She was 12 1/2 . We had a lovely morning walking at South Shields for a couple of hours. Sadly later that afternoon she suddenly became unwell and had heart failure and sadly passed away. Gutted.
Sad news mateSadly we lost the old girl on Sunday. She was 12 1/2 . We had a lovely morning walking at South Shields for a couple of hours. Sadly later that afternoon she suddenly became unwell and had heart failure and sadly passed away. Gutted.
She did indeed have a lovely life and a great last day running about with the boys and wandering along the tops at shields which she loved. I returned there on Wednesday with the 2 pups and that was a hard walk. Thanks to all for your kind comments.
Sadly we lost the old girl on Sunday. She was 12 1/2 . We had a lovely morning walking at South Shields for a couple of hours. Sadly later that afternoon she suddenly became unwell and had heart failure and sadly passed away. Gutted.
Great news. Bet you can’t wait. They just give you so much fun. Good luck.
... is very very strange.
I rarely speak about previous employers, etc because I pride myself on being discreet but ....
... bollocks to it.
I've kept my mouth shut for over a decade, about the Russian, and I've now severed my last ties with him.
The duty of discretion, contractual nda's, fear of legal action, etc have an effect for many years.
I'm actually quite naturally discreet, but at 64 I have realised that I won't be in big demand again. I was sought after for many years because I was dependable, tough and could control big numbers of staff whether resident or travelling. That's changed, all of a sudden, because I've opted for the easy life.
I've had a drinking session with my new employer and spilled the beans on all kinds of things I've previously kept secret. I may regret this when I sober up but I doubt it ... a big page has been turned.
The point of all this is that I was reminded of a mission I was given by the Oligarch I worked for who's wife, ex-Miss Croatia, wanted to visit Westminster Abbey. But of course she didn't want to shuffle around with the riff raff, as we do, and wanted a private visit at night when it was closed.
So I had to organise that, arrange a 'medieval choir', candles and an expert guide who spoke her native language.
So we arrived, by a secret passageway from St Margaret's Church into a totally deserted Abbey lit by 100's of candles and an invisible choir singing gloriously in the gallery.
It was absolutely magical and, for one of the very few occasions in my life, I envied these people.
The ability to have private viewings of 'The Last Supper, the Louvre, Westminster Abbey, etc must be incredible.
I'm glad I'm out of it all but I miss it ...
... is that how we all feel as we age?
No idea, I'm plastered tbh, what does it all mean, dunno
... is very very strange.
I rarely speak about previous employers, etc because I pride myself on being discreet but ....
... bollocks to it.
I've kept my mouth shut for over a decade, about the Russian, and I've now severed my last ties with him.
The duty of discretion, contractual nda's, fear of legal action, etc have an effect for many years.
I'm actually quite naturally discreet, but at 64 I have realised that I won't be in big demand again. I was sought after for many years because I was dependable, tough and could control big numbers of staff whether resident or travelling. That's changed, all of a sudden, because I've opted for the easy life.
I've had a drinking session with my new employer and spilled the beans on all kinds of things I've previously kept secret. I may regret this when I sober up but I doubt it ... a big page has been turned.
The point of all this is that I was reminded of a mission I was given by the Oligarch I worked for who's wife, ex-Miss Croatia, wanted to visit Westminster Abbey. But of course she didn't want to shuffle around with the riff raff, as we do, and wanted a private visit at night when it was closed.
So I had to organise that, arrange a 'medieval choir', candles and an expert guide who spoke her native language.
So we arrived, by a secret passageway from St Margaret's Church into a totally deserted Abbey lit by 100's of candles and an invisible choir singing gloriously in the gallery.
It was absolutely magical and, for one of the very few occasions in my life, I envied these people.
The ability to have private viewings of 'The Last Supper, the Louvre, Westminster Abbey, etc must be incredible.
I'm glad I'm out of it all but I miss it ...
... is that how we all feel as we age?
No idea, I'm plastered tbh, what does it all mean, dunno
