Hi nice friends!
Sometimes, when you are a little whippet dog, you know things, and a thing that I started knowing last night is that when a friend of yours who is very big goes away, 
the sadness that you feel about it can be very big, too. Last night at the hospital place, Daddy and Our Mommy Girl and my very large friend Mr. Mordred all sat on the floor together while one of the nice-eyes pajama people played with Mr. Mordred’s leg. He put his head on our Daddy’s lap, and I sniffed his face and Our Mommy Girl put her wet and salty face into his fur and then all of a sudden, the thing that made Mr. Mordred my very big and wonderful and tall and big friend wasn’t there any more. He was still big, but he wasn’t him anymore, and he was very still.
Daddy and now only My Mommy Girl walked to our home place together, and I tried to see if maybe Mr. Mordred was playing a joke on us by slipping out of his fur and then putting it on at home. The funny thing was that all the places that he usually is in – he is in there even more now that he’s not there. Maybe sometime I will not be looking around for him very much, but that time is not now at all.
I miss you, my big, brave, beautiful, big friend.
xoxoMorgane
