yeh, we got particularly close these last couple of months, with him coming in for breakfast and tea, and me carrying him to the coops after everyone else had gone to bed. But he was stumbling over the threshold when he came in, and bumping into walls, and struggling more and more to eat, having to turn his head almost at a right angle to the food before trying to pick it up. It couldn't go on, and we both knew it.Sad to read about Sven. I know you were fond of him.![]()