Tamu

Tamu was already a part of the family when I was born. She was a Rhodesian Ridgeback with a reputation for eating through walls. One time she growled in my face when I was very small and it scared the living hell out of me.

A couple of years later, on Easter Sunday, she got hit by a car and died. I remember standing at the front door and looking at the car in the street. The light was soft like an old black and white movie, as the morning fog had not yet lifted.