I hoped I’d get him through the summer with warm sun on his fur and M&S delicacies at every turn. We made it.
It’s still bright enough in the new place to do a Kray-style walkabout in his garden menacing the locals every morning, which he’s rather taken to. He trusts me, has zero respect for my attempts at boundaries, but accepts being the centre of attention with calm delight.
I am slightly annoyed I forked out for 3 vet consults, designed the move entirely for the Extra Sensitive Pet, and the movers won’t answer the phone ever again, but the little fellow did enjoy menacing that wolfhound so it was all worth it in the end.