Polly is nearing 15. That’s quite an achievement for a little dog — even if she’s not big and not an official purebred. Her name was originally Sonja, but that reminded me of the nasty little dog from the neighbors when I was a kid. The one that would bite your calves without hesitation. If…

About the magical farewell of a little dog who was busier than ten very busy dogs combined. When I drive Zjon to the vet on Monday, he looks out of the window. As if he knows what’s coming. Since Sunday morning, his only back leg hasn’t been working anymore. That morning in the forest, he…