2006 in Stirling.
An old house in the corner of two streets. you could get into her house from its side. Through the garden. Through the door on the fence. Across the street with the bus stop. The kitchen had square black and white tiles. we were quite often eating Kellog’s pop tarts. 

She had a dog. Jack. A crazy dog. She found him in a schoolyard one day. Jack was born with 11 more sisters and brothers. Their mother was lying there and all of them were cuddling next to her. on the floor a screwdriver covered with blood. You could see it was a crime. you could feel the adrenaline of something that went really wrong. All of them dead. 
But Jack, the dog, was alive. He was severely injured and he had lost one eye. 
Jack grew up with her. She took great care of him. She was daily brushing his teeth. they played everyday. they ate together and slept together. one day something went really wrong. she was blind. her grandmother used to say that, everything that happens to us in the duration of our lives, is choices we make. If she hadn’t found Jack that morning in the schoolyard, he would probably have died. She wouldn’t be so sensitive about life. She wouldn’t be an imaginary patient. and her brain wouldn’t have caused this damage.
Anyway, both her dog and she are still living together. They keep taking long walks together in the park. she still brushes his teeth. they are eat sleep together. How beautiful were the walks up there in Stirling.