On February we lost our little ray of craziness and our doofus Nero. 

Few weeks before he got pancreatitis which he just couldn’t beat. He was a good and loyal dog, smart and silly with an enormous amount of love for every living thing, except for the mailman. He hated mailman. He loved to play around, enjoyed long walks, loved to steal wood and chew it into very small bits.

 He loved to steal dry bread which he ate like it was the best piece of pork.

He was a fateful companion in the garden.  

And the best dog till the end.