Do you ever get over the death of a dog? Right now it doesn't feel like it. Our dog Darcy was put down this week and the misery seems to fill every part of the house.
There's not a corner of the place that comes without a memory. In the bedroom, it's the memory of me reading the newspaper at the start of every day, holding the Herald with one hand as I stroked his head with the other, his outrage palpable when I tried to move my hand to turn the page. read more
