Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Vet's surgery, Loudeac, morning. The last thirty words.

Now's the time.  In the end her spirit passes lightly and gently, but she leaves all her love behind. She has always been with us and she always will be.

Friday, 4 July 2014

Woods between Quessoy and Hénon, morning.

Molly no longer knows where she is, but I stop where she used to bark and wind down the windows. She raises her head and snuffs the cool woody breezes.