It's 5 years since Toby died. A long time since it happened, and yet I can still clearly remember driving home the night before, with chocolate cake and roast chicken. He'd been on a diet for months, only to find he'd a growth in his throat. So we had a monster party with all his favourite foods.
I took him round Fairlands one last time, with Laura. He struggled to walk in a straight line, and that was really the point I realised it was it. And yet he still managed his usual energetic wagging when Jules got in from work that night.
As I quoted on another entry on my weblog, it's not the importance of what we leave behind, but more how we live the life we have 
