ADDITIONAL NOTES:London: i met Diane as she sat along a canal in little venice, with a little golden retriever puppy that she had named Lucy.
Diane quickly told me that Lucy was new -- brought home as consolation, her son thought a puppy would be medicine for her grief. Diane had just put her 14 year old best friend, Daisy, to sleep on November 3rd and was still terribly ill from it. Visibly upset when we talked, she told me more than once that her son "had the best of intentions, but it is just too soon. -- She's a good girl, but she's not my Daisy."
Diane is another stranger in London who was kind enough to pose for me.