Spent the day out and about yesterday to distract ourselves from looking at the spot where Willie's bed was. As he always does, when we came back, Basil ran up to the car to greet us. It was my joke that he was waiting to check Willie out so he would know where we had been without him. He'd sniff Willie's head, and feet, and wind about him; maybe take a little 'pat pat' at him. He stood looking at the back door of the car, waiting for me to let the dog out of the car; looking at me, then back at the door, before he finally ran inside...