LIZ CLANCY writes...

Biggles was only on this earth a little over two years and in my life, half of that, but I'm sure those of you out there who met him even just once will feel his loss for the deep hole it is.

I remember the last time I visited Myrtle Cottage; I was working at the spare computer in the office and Biggles decided he wanted more than the occasional pat on the head he had received since he came to sit by my chair, so I was suddenly confounded by the scrambling of an adorable black and white doggy heaving himself onto my lap. The back of that chair wasn't too secure either and soon Biggles and I were horizontal, but the persistent pooch still waited expenctantly for me to stroke and cuddle him.

It's been twenty years since I lost a canine member of my family so I've only a dim memory of what it feels like but if I can feel this sad as a person who met Biggles just a handful of times, God only knows the pain Jon and Corinna (and Oll and Graham) are feeling. I'm sure I speak for everyone in the CFZ when I say that Biggles and his surviving family down at HQ are in our prayers and thoughts.