If there is a rainbow bridge that transports beloved dogs across to their Reward, Miss June Carter will most certainly not be seen crossing it. Doing what was expected of her - even if it was for her obvious benefit - was not something Junie was interested in. June did her own thing: inscrutable, stubborn, … Continue reading Goodbye, June Carter
Johnny Cash, our foster dog for seven months, quickly became a much- loved family member. To know Big JC is to love Big JC. He has the face of a kindly old bear; the body of a bull dog; and the temperament of a spoiled child who wants you all to himself. We adored him. … Continue reading On Prostates & Goodbyes
My style – and we are really stretching the meaning of that word about as far as it can go – is really an absence of style. Like a black hole of style – in that it is both an absence and yet also very very black. I don’t mean to follow the example of … Continue reading On Heirlooms
When we lose someone we love, this is what happens. A bubble immediately envelopes us; we are insulated from the outside world, the shock of what has just happened bounces around the inside curves of our new world; the outside world echoes hollow and ever-more distant in the distance. We live inside that bubble…for minutes, … Continue reading On Grief
Flash never apologized for how he chose to live his life - from his beginnings as the only hard-right supporter in the PetCo beta fish display to his later career as party observer and wedding witness, he always did things his way. Flash was originally brought into the family as a workplace companion. But when … Continue reading Flash: A Life (2013–2017)
Prince came to live with me in Xmas 1984 (or maybe '85), via the kind of cassette tape you could pick up for a couple of quid at any market stall in the country during those prehistoric, lawless times. As I listened, wearing out the tape, he told me strange, unknowable things, things I sometimes … Continue reading On Losing an Imaginary Friend
