He was the best furry friend I ever had.
He was always happy to supervise my work in the garden, dig additional holes in places I did and didn't want. Super keen to take away any excess bone and bone or dynamic lifter from the plants and shrubs about the house.
In winter he was only too happy to do a slow perimeter check around the house: on the sunny spot on the bed, in that patch of light in the spare room or right by the front door soaking up the sun on his sofa.
When someone came to the front they never had to knock as Diba would always announce their arrival.
It was one of the worse choices I had to make.
I am miss him greatly.
|While his eyes look shut he was totally in charge of his supervising role|