We lost Truffles this week.  He was our sweet springer spaniel, a two year old heart in a 13 year old body.  Feisty and sweet, easy going and fierce.  Our cats are sleeping on the dog bed, waiting for him to come by to snuggle, and our golden is running upstairs to find him (and then promptly forgetting about it and bringing down a shoe instead).  I’ll miss him on the cold winter days when he’s not there to warm my feet under the desk.  Rest in peace old friend, and don’t chase too many squirrels.