On the 23rd of April, a rainy Wednesday evening, I put my border collie down. Lance was 13 years old, handsome, steadfast and loyal, and gave our entire family 13 years of joy. In his youth he could catch tennis balls in mid-air. He patiently let my baby cousin ride him like a pony. He loved curry puffs and bread. He accompanied my father to
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