My beautiful soulmate. My gorgeous pal and companion died in my arms this morning.

It was not a “natural” death but the kindest of all cruelties.

Even the very young Eastern European Vet, who came to help us, shed a tear or two. He kept calling Tsar “my wonderful munchkin.”

Les than an hour later – my boys had dug through the January frost and laid their/our/the village’s adored dog to rest in the garden.

Tsar was famous for taking centre stage at the annual Village Fete… with his antics :o)

Everything has changed today.

ByeBye, baby. Love you x