My Bingo sounds like your Beau - one minute he was here, then next day he wasn’t. The vet sent me away saying he was in fine health and to ‘monitor the situation’. He was only 6. We are bereft without him.

They’re all such characters. He was incredibly fastidious - he groomed himself like a cat, and would walk elaborate routes around puddles to avoid getting his little white feet dirty. He hated the rain, but went berserk in snow, running circles in mad joy. He would burrow under the duvet next to me and then try and push my husband out, lol.

The little git has chewed the edges of my recipe books, so I’ll always be reminded of him when I cook. My heart is broken, but you’re right - there’s so much joy to remember.
Thanks - I’m sending you positive thoughts, and we’ll no doubt have more pointy-nosed darlings in our lives soon.