Who knew my favourite person wasn’t even a person? On Sunday, we said goodbye to my precious boy, Elwood. Except it wasn’t really goodbye. All he ever brought was joy, interspersed with farts, and made a difficult few years markedly better just by being him. Elwood joined The Firm (not the Grisham novel) in December 2018. He was a rescue dog with a criminal past as a hare courser, who was abandoned when the fuzz arrived. But he adapted well to our witness protection programme. He never troubled the law again, though he wasn't averse to stealing the odd empty halloumi packet from the kitchen when our backs were turned. His delighted sprint to his bed always gave him away. The art of misdirection was never his strong suit. The gap he leaves is Grand Canyon-like. He was a gentle giant who never snapped at anybody. He helped me cope, and his presence acted like a mental reset. Adopting him was one of the best decisions we made, and the life we gave him was a vast improvement on the one...
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