Tom nursed Mollie through the ravages of the cruelest of wasting diseases. When he finally closed her eyes the rest of his life stretched empty before him.
His daughter turned up with a shivering puppy under her arm, and he snarled at her.
“What makes you think I want a dog!”
“I don’t think you do, but I promised Mum.”
So Chunky came to stay.
Tom awoke one morning to the memory of Mollie’s voice.
“We always wanted a dog.”
Tom smiled at Chunky and understood at last.
The only thing he could do for Mollie now was to live.