Roy Hattersley once wrote a plangent passage about a painful aspect of the human condition: the short span of animals’ lives. The owner who commits his affections condemns himself to the pain of bereavement. This thought has come to my mind recently.
Roxy Beaujolais, that glorious ale-wife, has already been celebrated in this column.
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