Just had the saddest email I think I've ever had from Dad, who just got back home from having a few days away:
Wonderful trip, got home at 11am. We’d left Bogey with the dog people halfway down White Hart Lane. Written instructions not tolet him off the lead. Around 11am he somehow escaped, circumstances not yet known, and he was killed by a car. Mum and I just buried him at the end of the garden with his rubber chicken. xx
RIP Sergeant Bogey, you will be missed.