I realise now what has triggered the resurgance of my depression.
I have to get rid of my 1-year-old dog because the wife just cant get on with him.
It's a "me or the dog" kind of thing, so I cant see any other way around it.
He's a lovely little thing, border collie / lurcher cross. Only three legs now after he ran off in January and got hit by a van, (there's actually a lovely story about that), but you wouldn't know it to look at him scamper about - in fact it took the vet's receptionist 5 minutes to notice his missing leg while she was strokng him the other day.
Well, looks like he has to go tomorrow.
(Unless anyone in the Oxford area fancies a new friend?)