Soldato
I know what you mean, I miss the middle of the night attention seeking and the post poo zoomy run as she bolted up and down upstairs like a tiny horseI still get hit by the grief a little bit everyday when I either pull up back at home in my van or the motorbike. So many times he'd hear me and come trotting out to greet me with his saggy belly swinging from side to side. You don't think much about it at the time other than being happy to see him but I'd give anything to see that belly swing again.