The poodle has gone to that place where you can have all the table scraps you want, and your humans are never vegetarians. It has been a very difficult week without him, and I suppose it will take some time getting used to his absence. Algy was about 18 years old (he was an adult dog when we adopted him, 16 years ago) which is a good, long life for a dog that was rescued from a beach in Puerto Rico, and flown to an animal shelter in Massachusetts. I couldn't have asked for a better companion all these years, and he will be greatly missed. It feels so strange to be in the kitchen without someone dancing around and stomping his foot to let me know he'd like a taste of whatever I'm fixing.
For the first time in 16 years, I've had to come home without anyone running to the door to greet me.