R.I.P.
Sunday, August 7th, 2011This morning I was woken up by a hysterical Sabine, who shouted: Mom, mom, hurry, there’s something wrong with Cookie. Rink called from downstairs: I’m going to call the vet. Then I knew something was terribly wrong and rushed downstairs. Cookie was laying on her favourite chair, but her front paws were pointing in a […]
