In the days immediately are Flash’s death Leica seems completely adrift. She searches endlessly for her sister. On our morning walks she scents every stone and tussock where Flash has been. She stops and stares in every direction, we imagine hoping to catch sight of her. Confused, forlorn and distressed. Unable to make sense of the absence of her companion, she appears anxious and fretful. At home or at work, she follows Martha constantly from room to room as if afraid that Martha too will leave. She no longer sleeps downstairs in her bed, but lies at our feet each night.