A day spent sleeping . He spends most of his day sleeping now . Not just dozing but deep , stretched out at the foot of the stairs , oblivious to everything , type sleep . There was a time when he'd leap up and rush barking into the courtyard when he heard a noise in the lane outside . Now , he can barely bother stirring himself to bark at his arch nemesis , the post lady . He's lost more weight this week but heaven only knows why . That voracious PON appetite remains intact . The kitchen , which always was a favoured place , has become the favoured place . He's happy . No pain or discomfort . The Prednisnone continuing to work miracles .Three short walks across the village green to the frog pond - morning , noon and night . A daily trip to the cafe followed by a sliver of croissant at the bakers . Sometimes a visiting pilgrims car tyres to christen . Other days a one sided meeting with Kelly . A gentle life . Lots of laughter and attention . A real family fellow . PON wisdom in knowing that : " What you seek is seeking you " .