My little hairy hippo is asleep at my feet, he's eleven years old now and I know he's not going to be around for ever and I'm dreading the pain it will cause. When I lost my last dog it was bad, I suspect when I lose this one it will be worse. But I look up at a picture of my last dog running carefree on a beach and the good times out weigh the hurt when they pass.
Sleep well Alfie, good boy.