Riley had a good friend in Ian.

Riley needed to be close to people; physically close. He would lie down so that part of him was touching your legs or feet. He had his favourite places, beside the bed or the chesterfield or under my desk. Even now as I write, my feet unconsciously poke towards his usual spot. As Glenda and I discussed Christmas plans for next week, I stopped up a couple of times as I incorporated Riley into the mix. It will be tough for a while.

I like to think of the prophecy in Isaiah 11 as pointing to the presence of animals in the Kingdom of God. Maybe Riley will be there when creation is brought to rights and we all worship before the throne. Until then, goodbye old friend.