Cradling a creature as its last breath leaves its flimsy worn-out body is something you never forget; but more cheerful moments linger still in the curious cabinet of memory, and can help to soften regret: on the windowsill close to my pillow there will always remain faint scratch-marks where paws used to land soundlessly, before she’d step across to tickle my face with mischievous whiskery kisses. My missing friend.
Ian Reid grew up in New Zealand and now lives in Perth. The most recent of his 15 books is a novel, The Madwoman’s Coat. His poetry and other work has been widely published in several countries, winning awards (e.g. the Antipodes prize) and being translated into five languages.