![]() He was such a good dog.’ Pip sat with her, swiping through their old photos and videos of Barney, laughing as he jumped in the air and tried to eat the snow, as he barked at the vacuum cleaner, as he splayed on the floor with his paws up, little Josh rubbing his belly while Pip stroked his ears. ‘I’m sorry you’re sad,’ she whispered into her mum’s hair. I can’t stop watching it.’ Pip walked over and hugged her from behind. ![]() And I found the video from that Christmas two years ago, when Barney went round the table giving everyone a shoe. ‘I was just looking through old pictures of Barney. ‘What was your essay about? Come and tell me.’ ‘Mum,’ Pip said, ‘why are you upset?’ ‘Oh, it’s nothing, really nothing.’ She gave Pip a teary smile. So, the exam went well?’ She patted the cushion beside her eagerly, trying to rearrange her tear-stained face. ‘Mum?’ ‘Oh, sweetie, you scared me,’ she said, pausing her phone and wiping her eyes quickly. She was holding her phone up in both hands and small recorded voices were playing from it. At the entrance to the living room Pip stopped and watched the back of her mum’s head over the rim of the sofa.
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