The vet and her nurse arrive about 4
for the monthly clip of Poppi’s claws.
(My arthritic hands won’t). ‘How was
your Open Day?’ I ask. ‘Very good.
How was your book launch?’ ‘Lovely!’
Pity they clashed! We invited each other
before we realised. Poppi herself is glad
my book launch is over. Preparing for that
took time she’d have preferred I spend
with her – lately, strangely, it almost seemed
I must have forgotten her supreme importance.
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