In case you were wondering why Danny The Dog wasn’t making his usual visit to respond to all your comments under his post yesterday, I regret to tell you that it was his last posting.

Danny died last Tuesday (18th July 2017)

His human, Andrew Joyce sent me the following eulogy:

My name is Andrew.

Until recently, I had the distinct honor of cohabitating with a true wit and an all-around good guy, Danny the Dog.

But now that the summer’s gone and all the flowers are dying—when all the sunshine was in shadow—he had to leave me. Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so. Sleep in peace until I come to you.

Now that I’ve plagiarized the song Danny Boy, I’ll have a go at Shakespeare.

Friends, bloggers, lovers of Danny, lend me your ears.
I come to praise Danny, not to bury him.
The bad stuff dogs do lives after them.
The good is oft interred with their bones.
So let it be with Danny?
No! A hundred times no!
Come I to speak in Danny’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me.
I am here to speak what I do know.
You all did love him, not without cause.
I too did love him.
He was my doggie, he was my friend.
He was a writer who told tales of his life.
He inspired me with his smile.
He walked me every morning.
He made my life whole.
He was Danny the Dog.
There will never be another.