So long, and thanks for all the fleas!
Dear old Sambucca obligingly died on Aitch’s birthday, making the date easy to remember. 2019, so she was about twelve in the shade. Tom and Lungelo buried her in the garden with much sweating in the heat. Not out of the kindness of their hearts or any soppiness, mind you. They did it for cold hard cash.
~~oo0oo~~