I vaguely remember Monty. I must have been only about four when he died. He would’ve been a very old dog.
Brixton 1944. Mum’s looking up at him like there’s no one else in the world.
That's when we got Peggy.....My dog. She was loving and fun.
‘Photograph?’ I repeated a little faintly…..I suddenly understood. The photograph. I just hoped it was the distance gazing photograph and not the fly catching one.
Your Posting? .....Where?" "Italy.