My wife,two of my sons and I crowd into the vet’s consulting room. Everyone’s eyes are redMy phone rings while I’m putting on my socks. It’s a neighbour, calling on my wife’s mobile. The old dog, and she says,has had some kind of fit at the far end of the park. When I find there, the dog is lying on the grass, and foaming at the mouth,with my wife kneeling alongside.What are we going to execute? my wife says. She is, I realise, or speaking logistically.
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Source: theguardian.com