Thank you Mark, for not caring about our tears, for talking softly to our Meg and helping her to pass with dignity. We got Meg 13 years ago, 9 weeks old a fluff ball, who only got fluffier every year, together with her staffy brother Harry they fitted into our crazy home. Meg loved to photo bomb family pictures, chase the birds, and scare the postie,( her personal favourite) she brought sunshine on dark days and warmth on cold evenings and more love than we could have ever dreamed. We are comforted knowing that they are both together again where the belly rubs and treats are bountiful