I realised I had forgotten her face. At sixteen and a half years of age, her face had been transformed by time and her growing frailties. Spots faded, eyes clouded, her infirmity had become our preoccupation. A picture of her sleeping in my chair tears at me. Her fading greyed spots where once had been…
Month: May 2018
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It’s been almost a week since she died and the sound of her claws clicking across the floor still hasn’t left us. I still half imagine she is dozing in another room, expecting her to reappear at my heel, catch a glimpse of her through a crack in the door or find her watching from…
A River Runs Through It
A river runs through it all. For more than sixteen years we walked with Leica by the river more often than not. Days at the beach, camping trips and other adventures too, ferry trips to England or home to Scotland, but always home, here, down by the river. She learned, tentatively at first, to swim…
3000 Dead Dogs 