G DUG A HOLE IN THE bush, at least, four feet deep, for Lily. He had been to the nursery with Moppet to buy a seedling of an indigenous Red Maple tree.
The hole in the ground was ready, and soon it would be covered up with Lily in it. But the hole in his heart, how was he ever going to cover it up? It got all too much for him. He squatted next to the hole and wept, tears dripping onto the crater he just dug.
When he was all cried out, he showered and changed into something white. He thought it appropriate in honour of the Labrador retriever who had brought so much pride and joy into their lives.
Moppet’s incessant barking alerted him to a vehicle pulling up outside.
G opened the door in time to see the SUV’s lights switch off.
Two of the coroner’s trainees had driven Queen, Belle and
