I've just had a peculiar weekend. Although Kane's gone, I've kept reaching out to stroke him, opening doors for him, thinking about walking him and all the odd minutiae of living with a dog. It's very odd...
Luckily, I should soon return my normal routine. A little while ago, and purely by coincidence it was at about the time that Kane started to go downhill, I was asked to rehome another dog. My "new boy" is Rolo - a golden retriever/labrador cross. He's 18 months old, big and boisterous, and very different to Kane! If I gain half as much pleasure from him as I did from the old boy - and I've not the slightest doubt that I will - then there are some fun times ahead!