DE MORTUIS
We all have our measure of grief at one time or another, and the speaker was apparently telling of his personal loss. Unfortunately I missed the first part of the conversation, which continued : 'Well, he wasn't bad after that, but he didn't get about so well as he used to. The wife didn't like the look of him, She would get in a panic when I was down at the shop, but he seemed all right when I got home. Then one day he was down in the village and somebody come and said, "Your old fellow's not up to himself. Just took him into the little shop at the bridge." I never even shut the place, but went down and managed to get him home. He wasn't like the thing at all, but he never made a sound, although I could tell he was in bad pain. The wife kept wringing her hands and coming to and fro with this and that to see if he fancied anything, but he wouldn't eat. He fell asleep about two and just before five the wife sent word down. 1 locked up and went, but it was too late. He never opened his eyes or made a move, poor old fellow. He just went.' A touching story about the loss of a pet dog, 1 discovered.
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