A couple of months ago, my mum and her boyfriend, knowing that i hate pets, got a puppy. When i complained, they did something about it... they got another one.
In the run up to xmas, the second one got particulary (apparently) lazy - just lying about all over the place. I'd got to the point where i didn't mind if they lay their heads on me, or whatever.
It turned out that he'd got pretty ill, and he spent a lot of time at the vets. About a week before xmas, something went wrong with his bowels, and the vet had to operate. Which went well.
However, on the 23rd, he got worse, and we got a phone call at about 10 at night to say he wouldn't make it. He was just over 3 months old.
2 days before xmas. Great present for my sister, mum and her boyfriend.