Aubrey was a beautiful 5 month old puppy, dumped by his owner because of a problem with one of his paws and due to be put to sleep. He was saved by Limerick Animal Welfare and it looked like life had [...]Read more
Category "At the bridge"
Today, on my first walk without you, I kept on repeating a gesture that has now become something of a habit with me: looking back to check you were there. It's what I did for six and a half years, walk [...]Read more
I'd like to tell you a little story, it's about Violetta and Anna. Violetta was a Spanish galga, who was adopted just over three years ago by Anna, my sister. We never knew Violetta's exact age with any certainty, but it [...]Read more
To be born a greyhound in Ireland is to be condemned not just to die, but to live as if life were nothing but exploitation, devoid of joy and affection. As if life were a dark tunnel from which you [...]Read more
Cherish the memories, they say. He had a good life. And it's true. Every day he would explore the woodland sniffs, drink from running streams and rain puddles, sometimes pausing to mindfully take in an exquisitely scrumptious wild scent magically embedded in some ordinary-looking clump of [...]Read more
I have lived my life in a cage Muzzled, even at Christmas. I wanted to play but this was forbidden. I slept on shredded newspaper 'to keep out the damp', they said. But it was cold, and it was hard. They only ever touched me to check [...]Read more