Jacques

I love your stories and have read them all, here and in your books. I love this one too (excuse my english, I am a french-speaking Quebecer). You are a great author.

As a foreigner with English as only a second language (I am a Quebecois and my first language is French), I find Nigel Gordon's stories and novels to be very revealing of certain aspects of daily life in England and fascinating. I believe that we can also break it among the great UK authors.

With this manifestation of her presence in Colin's last moments, everything happens as if Daisy, beyond illness and death, had arranged to allow Colin to live as much of a real human life as possible, filled with filial and family love, in order to return all the love he had nurtured for her and for his other dogs, for Bailey and for all the friends and people he loves and who surround him.

I made the donation of a small $10, read the whole story as this Colin seemed so sympathetic to me and I can tell you that this story is a masterpiece. I will re-read it with you wherever it is published again.

I miss the epilogue of the previous version of your story a little, especially the presence of Oberon, Zampa's friendly son and the Christmas party in Corbin's house!

"Go straight through, Mr Callico. Mrs Hammond-Clyde is expecting you." I obey the pineapple-haired Barbie behind the desk, ignoring the misnomer. A year ago, I gave up correcting people. We might have been partners of three years, but we never married. Even if we had, I would never have taken his family name. -——— In principle, what is called an error in a fiction cannot really be so. Are Gabriel's genes really foreign to Callico genes?

I miss your stories, (and I'm not alone), please write again!