Harriett walked daily along the riverbank, her companion, Marvel, her dog, a golden Labrador.
Several happy years later Marvel died, a rescue dog, already eight when she had taken him home to be a part of her life.
Now there was a void.
Walking the riverbank alone.
One day a golden Labrador was tied to a tree, distressed. Harriett awaited the owners return until dark, realising then his abandonment.
Knowing she should have taken him to the rescue centre to check for a chip, or the police, she did not.
Harriett walked along the riverbank now with Marcel.
Several happy years later Marvel died, a rescue dog, already eight when she had taken him home to be a part of her life.
Now there was a void.
Walking the riverbank alone.
One day a golden Labrador was tied to a tree, distressed. Harriett awaited the owners return until dark, realising then his abandonment.
Knowing she should have taken him to the rescue centre to check for a chip, or the police, she did not.
Harriett walked along the riverbank now with Marcel.
