Don's always been my little buddy, he always comes when I call him, sleeps beside the bed on my side, follows me everywhere. Bob liked to spread his love, but Don, Don was mine. Until I left for Toronto for 4 days that is. I was getting my tattoo done there, and I guess he was pretty lethargic the whole time I was gone, moping around. I came home, but healing my tattoo (a full body one) required lots of ointments and not moving much, I couldn't give him all the cuddles and runs and lovin' that I used too. He slowly stopped coming to me, even avoiding my hand when I tried to pet him. It's only been the last few days that he's slowly, very very slowly, allowed me to come near him, touch him and give him his daily doses of tummy rubs. I miss my Don