My precious dog and one of my dearest friends died in the same week. Not, I realise, the jolly, breezy topic you might expect to cheer you up on this sub-zero Monday, but as always there’s light where there’s darkness. Over the last few days, I’ve realised just how much death and love and grief and joy are intermingled. But it’s still been extremely hard.
Rocco, my gorgeous dog, is gone. He was taken from me totally unexpectedly — healthy one day, gone the next — and I was then, and remain, bereft.
