He’s been missing for over an hour. The sun’s setting and nausea’s nudging into my throat.
‘Have you seen a Jack Russell terrier?’
‘No, love, sorry.’
I retrace my steps, eyes hazy with tears.
Wait! There’s his stubby tail sticking out of a rabbit hole. I tear at the compact earth, messing up my manicured fingernails. Loop the lead around his rear legs and haul at his haunches.
He yelps, wriggles free and shakes, spattering me with measles of mud. Deposits his gift, a lifeless bunny, at my feet.
I pat him. He’s not to know I’m a vegetarian