naomi; r.i.p. your 'Fido'. When our much loved miniature poodle died a year ago last January, we said "no more". My wife gave away every basket, rug, lead and possession belonging to him, we said we are now free to jump on planes and go to all sorts of places we couldn't go before. We tried that and found flying was to be treated like cattle, and we don't really want to do that, much preferring to travel, as always, by car.
After 8 months we found that we had a hole in our life without a dog and finally went to several dog's homes and came across a beautiful mini border-collie, a refugee from Hungary, it was a coup de foudre she is the 'best dog in the world' and we are very happy and can't imagine a dog-less existence. When I fell and broke a rib 3 weeks ago and lay groaning on the bed waiting for the ambulance, she brought me, perhaps the best present of my life, ... a dog biscuit! What more could I want?