26 year period. Let me tell you something - people who don't like
dogs - or any animals in fact - and are untouched by an animal's
death, are unnatural. There's something missing in them and
they're very probably latent serial killers.
old and still in the process of getting her jags, I was sitting in the
vet's one evening and a dog could be heard whining behind a door.
The vet came out to speak to me, and I caught a glimpse of a black
dog which must've been tethered to a table leg or something. As I
was speaking with the vet, the whining increased and the dog start-
ed scratching at the door and yelping. I asked what was wrong
way home feeling a little sorry for the dog, but too delighted with
my own pup to dwell on it. A few years later, I ran into a friend, who
mentioned that he'd been given the very canine that I'd once looked
after, because its owner couldn't keep it any more. "What happened
to it?" I asked him. "I had to get it put down because..." I forget the
reasons why, but I asked him where he'd taken the poor dog, and,
sure enough, it was the very vet's where I'd taken Zara for
her course of injections.
anything, but it still bothers me every now and again to this day.
I'd only looked after it for a fortnight or so, and it wasn't as if it was
'my' dog, but that poor creature must've hoped I'd rescue it and I let
it down, unaware of its identity 'though I'd been. Humans are often
pretty useless when it counts, and I was found amongst that par-
ticular number on that sad and pitiful day. Alas, I no longer
even recall the doomed dog's name.