Unhappy Birthday

Our darling Bertie died last night, suddenly and tragically. Although he had been unwell and on medication for some time, he still had moments of being the funny, sparky happy little man that he always was so it was an awful shock for us all. Thankfully Alfie wasn’t here but it did mean that D had to break the news to him when he picked him up from the train station at lunchtime. As expected, he is devastated. D buried Bertie in our pet cemetery at the bottom of the garden.
Unfortunately, this was not the day we had planned for D who turned 56 today. All plans were cancelled as we were all too miserable and upset to do anything. By late afternoon, however we decided that dinner out would be a good distraction. Alfie felt that he wasn’t in a position to join us and needed to go back to Frinton to be with Liv. He dropped D, Poppy and I off in Cambridge and we went to Six for dinner. We had birthday cake when we got home.
I think we managed to make the best of a pretty dire situation.
Our darling Bertie, loved by everyone who knew you. We will miss you and love you always. X