Just before we were due to sit for a family in Normandy we had the sad news that one of our charges had died.
Tibur had been suffering from fits which gradually got worse and it was the kindest decision to have him put to sleep.
He had had a good walk, his breakfast and was having a snooze in his favorite place in front of the fire just before he departed from us.
He enjoyed his walks taking his time to investigate everything in his path, like a true hound. He was very shy with new people to start with, but after a little while he became your best friend and followed you everywhere.
He will be sadly missed.