In the last month, two dear friends have died, one human and one canine; both youthful despite their years. The first was Ann, whose beautifully written obituary is here. She was not only intelligent but good humoured – in every way. She was a witty observer of people, and saw the humour in them and their situations. She was never cross; she never flapped or panicked. She glid like a swan on the water, but she never pedalled hard underneath.
The other friend was Wooster, my father’s aged border collie. A bouncy, annoying pup; a faithful and fun hound; a dear old boy, three weeks off his 15th birthday. With such a sweet, loving nature, it’s hard to think of him being a domesticated wolf – even if he looked like one.