My most precious dog Bayla is dead. At the end of 1999 Nicholas Ashby brought this scruffy, terrified, strangely odd dog to my house to be mine. We have spent the last almost 12 years together, and pretty much anyone who knows me knew her. She was the dog who grew me up. She was the first dog I had as an adult. She showed me how to look after, love, and be with dogs. And people. She and I had the most complicated, extraordinary yet fulfilling relationship and I cannot imagine my life without her.
Big Friendly and I have had a shit time of it. In May our heartcat Anni was run over. Now Bayla is gone. Our animals have halved in number and our hearts are very sore.
But, I rejoice in memories of Bayla. I loved her deeply and we had the best time of our lives together. I am sitting here in the Spur in G’town bawling my bladdy eyes out. When I left Cape Town I pretty much knew I wasn’t going to see her again, and my heart is held in the strong love hands of Big Friendly who had to do the unthinkable.
She was always difficult to photograph. She was camera shy and she was so black. But here is a good one I took a couple of months ago.