I remember the moment I fell in love with Guy the rescue beagle, which meant I also fell for his mum, .He was proudly sitting next to the late Queen in her limo. His shoe-sole pair of ears were flapping and his great big nose was smudging the window. His tan-and-white sturdy little body was all alert, hitching a ride with his future granny-in-law to Mummy Meghan’s wedding rehearsal.Seeing little Guy next to the Queen I also saw a sure sign that the monarch and Meghan would bond over a shared love of dogs who have access all areas, are always put first, are taken everywhere - often carried - wear little coats, who are kissed on the nose, who are mourned when they always die too soon with a searing pain: the emptiness of the warm rump on the sofa, a curled, snoring heap on a pillow.
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