As has been said, my condolences oldgit, sad times indeed. He looks so much like our old dog ‘Flush’ (Mum named him!). When i used to sit at the bottom of the stairs to put my shoes on he’d manage to squeeze himself onto the bottom stair underneath your legs which he still did to the end, although by that time he’d only get one back/front leg on – the other two on the floor propping him up! He ate a CD of mine, a pair of DM steel toecaps (not completely), a headphone cable and one morning sauntered into my bedroom to say hi, looked at me, p155ed on the floor then spun round and left. Always there at the back door when I came home at stupid o’clock pleased to see me with his tail wagging. He was my friend because he wanted to be, not for what he could get from me (Except biscuits, bones, squeaky toys etc.) RIP Toby – gone but I’m sure never forgotten.