9th May

Well, it's four Thursdays, three weeks today since Magnus died.  We don't hear him wiping his nose on the hall wall or his great big paws padding along the hall carpet.  The snoring and snuffling at the bottom of the bed has gone.  The wet nose and a paw slap at 3am to get out and have a midnight feast has stopped.  The nose prints have gone from the front window.  His belongings are all cleaned and packed away, memories for another day.  Hair balls keep appearing despite constant use of Dyson and his nose on the front door glass is staying there.  Other than that Magnus has left the building, but, like all our dogs, not our hearts.