Oi – It’s Huff. Yeah, from the other side…

Oi – It’s Huff. Yeah, from the other side. And no, it’s not awkward at all.

Well, would you look at that – the old boy’s gone and figured out how to send a message from beyond. Not bad for a scruffy mutt who spent most of his days pretending not to hear you when you shouted “stay off the couch.”

Listen, I know you probably expected Granny Frass, Sir Percival or one of those wise old spirits to pop through first, but nope, it’s me. Because even dead, I’m still getting the last word in.

I’ll be honest, it wasn’t exactly in my grand plan to shuffle off last fall. But I clocked the situation, saw you juggling diabetes needles, vet bills, and a pair of egos the size of small countries – and thought, “Well, someone’s gotta be the bigger lad here.” So I took my bow. Yep, that’s right. Noble sacrifice, thank you very much. The big, dramatic exit. Dropped the mic (well, squeaky toy) and left the stage.

Don’t let Heff fool you, though. He’s acting all cool now but trust me, he misses me like crazy. Who else is gonna nick his spot on the bed and fart in his face at 3am? No one, that’s who. The place must be like a flipping monastery without me around.

And before you start crying into your tea, let me tell you, it’s bloody great up here. Endless fields, rivers made of gravy, and I swear to the Dog Gods, every time I wag my tail, it rains biscuits. Not those dry dental ones either. Proper meaty ones. I’ve even got a little gang going, there’s a Spaniel called Dave who has got a gambling problem and a Poodle with an attitude, but we get by.

I keep an eye on you, you know. When you lose your keys and find them in the fridge, that was me messing with you. Can’t let you get too comfy. And those sudden draughts in the living room? Yeah -classic Huff.

Look, I know you beat yourself up about stuff. Wondering if you did enough, if I knew I was loved. Newsflash: I did. Even when I growled at you. Even when I nicked your last bit of chicken. Even when I acted like a right old sod. You were my person. And you were brilliant at it.

Alright, I’m off. There’s a celestial fire hydrant with my name on it and a heavenly spaniel trying to chat up my cloud-girlfriend.

Catch you in your dreams, scruff-bag.

– Huff💕