R.I.P Candy

Bugger. My dog died. Our family dog.
Candy was a lovable if slightly scaredy white collie/whippet cross with black patches, notably on her back and across her face.
I had to phone home today - "solemn news" apparently. Candy was apparently staggering around and couldn't walk properly. Mum was going to take her to the vet but before they went she got worse rapidly. I don't know the exact details of her visit to the vet but I do know she was diagnosed with a brain tumour and had to be put down.
We'd had her for about ten years. Even living in Glasgow I liked seeing her. I liked throwing things for her on her regular Blackford Hill walk when I went home, and before that when I still lived with the family she was arguably responsible for helping me acquire a life, when the girl down the road who took an interest in her ended up being my first girlfriend.
Dad was always a little standoffish about her but apparently he's just as cut up as Mum now.
She was adorable and I'm gonna miss her. I'm going home this weekend and I dare say there'll be a noticable absence round the house.