On Saturday we made the sad journey to the Vet’s to collect dear Kev’s ashes. If such a sad task can be said to ‘go well’, then this one did. Our Veterinary nurse gave us the little box in a private room, and had even brought some biscuits in case our blood sugar levels needed a lift – as long as it was not a weight loss pill. There was also a certificate verifying that the box contained Kev’s remains only. We took the box and went to collect my Mum, who also wanted to come along for the scattering. The place we chose is the local churchyard. Since we moved here permanently Kevin had been unwell and there was no single ’special walk’ that we wanted to commemorate. The position was different in London, where Kev spent many happy hours roaming around in the grounds of Alexandra Palace.