Reading the memoir of a dear friend, more of that later, I was reminded of ‘Kora.’
A young German Shepherd kept following my dad, who liked walking along the lake, Starnbergersee, south of Munich, where I grew up. The local vet had no information of a dog missing, so my dad brought her home. It remained a mystery, no claims were made, so she settled with us, for some years. What a wonderful friend, total rapport and love without words. When I went down-hill to do small shopping for my mother, Kora used to nudge me, until I understood – she wanted to carry my basket – wow.
The was a sad end. To progress with their business, my parents moved to a professional venue where animals were not allowed. A local midwife stepped in … ‘I’ll look after Kora.’ Unfortunately she fed her chocolates and cream, which made her overweight and eventually killed her. Beware of inappropriate love.
In synchronicity with finding the old photo above, I was today reminded of Kora while coming to the end of a remarkable memoir by Philippa Rees, a work which deserves a very special post on its own. Next time. Have a look …
Course of Mirrors 