OPINION: When I came into the kitchen in the morning Blue the dog was lying in the doorway. We sat with Blue all morning, stroking his neck and flank, his soft old ears. Dean Kozanic Blue and Joe in 2008. Who savaged the chair? But when the vet applied a tourniquet and sought a vein Blue remembered his nature and he curled a lip and snarled. We lined the grave with pea-straw, then wrapped Blue in a candlewick bedspread and carried him up the slope.

Source: Stuff February 18, 2020 19:52 UTC