My ex-colleague sms-ed me this morning, to inform me that her old dog had passed away in her sleep last night.

No one knows how old the dog was, because she was already old when she was rescued off the streets.

She was the Top Dog in the household, and had been getting weaker and weaker lately. The vet had warned of the inevitable.

My ex-colleague is, predictably, bawling her eyes out.

Rest in peace, Pong Pong, you have been well loved and will be sorely missed.