So sorry to hear that dearest Filou has departed.
You gave him a noble departure, with his special food and the comfort of being stress-free, resting upon your shoulders. He left without fear.

There is nothing you can 'see with your eyes' to comfort you right now, you look for him, but do not see him. But, if you could just picture him, in your mind. He's at his ideal weight. His fur is plush and shiny. He has no pain.
He's running with enthusiasm long forgotten.
And, he's waiting for you now. At the Grand Reunion. At the Rainbow Bridge.
One Fine Day.


Godspeed to the Bridge, Filou, young prince.