We had a sad end of Thanksgiving – my family dog died quite suddenly on Sunday. She was a lovely dog, really just the best dog you ever met. We got her when I was eleven, and she was three months old and very fluffy. For the longest time we couldn’t think what to call her – we called her Porcupine as a placeholder nickname, and my mother finally came up with Nora. Nora was extraordinarily beautiful if difficult to capture in photographs (but here’s a picture of her anyway), and even when she was an old dowager dog, she…
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