My darling Blue. I cannot find you after chasing that moorhen on the ice on 13 Dec. I cannot forget the look of helplessness as we looked at each other and you slipped away into the river. Daddy and Toffee go every day to try and find you….sometimes twice. I cannot function without you. Life has just stopped and we hope we can find you and lay you to rest with us. You were a character…a very lively Blue Roan Sprocker, two years old. Please give us a sign you’re around us. Miss you little man