Tonight the vet came to ease Puppy's passing. He took a sudden turn for the worse 48 hours ago.
Born 8 May 2008, he lived a loving, happy life. He was there for me during difficult times - lying at my feet when I worked starting my consultancy, there as a comfort during a difficult divorce, and there to watch me as I rediscovered gardening. He was happy to see me when I came home from work trips or just going to the store.
He was, above all, a Good Boy, but more than that, he was the Best Boy. He was my friend.