I had tears in my eyes when I read your post on saying goodbye to Ethan, Peter. I have fond memories of Ethan’s visit to Enschede. I have fond memories of cuddling with him in June 2019. And I even have a physical mark to remember him by. It’s the mark one of his toenails left on me when he used my foot instead of the floor to run of and greet yet another wonderful human being in the house. Indeed, still unaware of his 65 pounds 😉

Ethan’s mark, still visible on my foot.