Even Bruno, the village lech, asked me about Jack just before he asked me if I wanted to have a cup of coffee. Ghislaine, at the mairie, asked me if I would get another dog, a smaller one for some reason? And I am just saying to myself that I can’t do it again, I really can’t. I can’t go through the pain of losing a dog one more time. But then I found this sent to someone who has just lost a dog in similar circumstances. And although it may be slightly twee, the sentiment makes me wonder:

“Before human’s die they write their last will and testament, give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If I, as a dog, could do the same, this is what I’d ask….

To a poor and lonely stray, I’d give my happy home; my bowl, my bed…