
As I bade a final farewell to my stinky, slovenly dog, I wondered: did I ever truly know him?
When the woman from the pet crematorium asked what to put on the plaque, I had a single thought. Rupert, I told her, who ate a live mouse. The mouse had been inside the house. We had a full army chasing it – me, the kids, a herd of cats – but it had …