. . . the dog’s name was Leylaps Kyon, and he’d shown up now and again on the boards; “he’d chased down the UFO,” one Nobiliser wrote, “but he didn’t seem to know what to do with it when he’d caught it.”
And then there was that whole thing with Nessie. . . .
He was a creature of life. He was a wild radiance in the world.
It was hard to imagine that he’d met his ending there, somewhere, out wherever it was, in the snow, and I’d never even heard.