The pet I’ll never forget: Sylvester the dog adored my mum – and his memory comforted me when she died
He was her shadow, following her unquestioningly, not needing a lead. In my mind’s eye, I can still see the two of them, delighting in one another’s companyI first met our family dog, Sylvester, on New Year’s Eve 1990. I was nine years old. My mother took me to... #press
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