I thought we would have many happy years together, my best mate. What fun it was watching you grow and learn all the different scents of quail, rabbits, lizards and snakes and for me to interpret your body language–how I loved our early morning walks through the paddocks. Now there is no one to greet me when I come home, no one to share my troubles–just a terrible sadness and memories of my gorgeous boy. So little time we had. I hope you are waiting at the Rainbow Bridge. Never forgotten.