I have. My gorgeous kelpie-cross, Candi, from when I was 13, and she died when I was 23, I think, or 22, before I had a chance to get home from Melbourne to say goodbye. Her gorgeous daughter, Christie, who I knew from 17 until about 30, or probably longer, as I think she was 15 when she died. Wonderful girl. She died at home, and I got to say goodbye. Now my parents are looking after Veruca, my younger sister’s dog, but whenever I am there, I look after her a lot. I adore dogs, and Elroy has such a nice nature.