Our beautiful, adored Dobby died today.
He had never looked fitter than he had over the last month, his coat glossy and he was full of his usual bounce.
Yesterday afternoon he vomitted and became lethargic. This morning we took him to the vet first thing, and he was already in a bad way, cold and feeble.
Despite the best efforts of the vet, he died at 12.15.
We do not know the cause. It could have been poisoning, which we think unlikely, or a host of other reasons. We will never know.
Now we are burying him in the garden.
He was a very big dog, and leaves behind a very, very big hole in our lives.