I've had her for almost ten years. Over the years she's stolen vast quantities of chocolate, countless sandwiches, several cakes, a couple of chicken carcasses and a bag of dried peas. She's gone missing a fair few times too, mostly found outside the chip shop but occasionally hunting in the woods until she's so tired she lies down under a bush until we come and find her. She loves the beach, and my mum, and best of all kites. She hates hedgehogs and the neighbour's cat. Her favourite location is on the sofa, on her back, hairy legs akimbo. She has ears like fireworks.
I don't know when is time but it's not long. It's going to be really hard. Why do we do it to ourselves? :(