Francis Albert Crosbie | Lynn Crosbie | 22nd October 2017
An obituary for a dog. A very good obituary. “In the time of his dying, Francis became inexpressibly dear. I carried him everywhere and bathed him; he was blind and still in love with the sun I would hold him up to and watch him as he took it into his eyes, like a little god, taking milk. I lost him in bits, and so I could never see the whole picture. His mammoth dignity and strength forbade me from pitying him. He was the same, I reasoned. He just needs more help”