Wilf is sound asleep when ' the font ' returns . He wakes with a start . His first reaction is to bark. Then he waggles his tail . Then amidst a tidal wave of joy he widdles on the carpet . Something our fastidious , house proud fellow hasn't done since he was a very young puppy. His diabetic bladder control not all it once was . He looks positively crestfallen . " An understandable mistake " says the object of his attention, stroking him behind the ears . Later that evening he wanders up to the drawing room and sits down in front of me waving his paw in the air . A sure sign he wants mano a mano reassurance . I get down on the floor alongside him and he leans into me, his muzzle resting on my knee . A serious ' will it be alright ? ' moment . After seven months of ' grace ' a gentle reminder that he continues on his journey .
This morning into town for croissants and a bowl of water at the cafe . As he lies under the table I reach down and stroke his head . " A misty morning does not signify a cloudy day " .