Men with matching dogs attended the funeral. None us had ever seen either the men or the dogs before. My own dog had a prior engagement so I hired a different dog to take. He sat on the cold ground and watched the matching dogs whilst I wondered who the men might be and out of what sort of secret connections their black funeral suits might be tailored.
That night I lay awake and my cat sat on my hip and watched me with scrunched-up, scrutinising eyes.