We'll miss him terribly but Schmoo will make him welcome at the Rainbow Bridge and they can play together until we get there.
I hope her words, given back to her with love, might help a little:
Would we all be like the dog, our pain hidden deep inside
where unkind thoughts and fear and loss are buried with our pride
With someone - stalwart friend, kind soul,
who shows us wrong from right
with rebuke soft, a gentle hand,
unfair judgment far from sight.
Would we know that secret place, where playful thoughts abide,
waiting only for that one true friend, in whom we can confide