A mere 24 hours after I wrote my previous blog post about losing Luna, we found her under a full moon. Here's how the saga ended: happily!
Last Friday, our cat Luna fell off the balcony and disappeared into the night somewhere in The Plateau of Montréal. And some people are being asses about it.
In this book, through pitbulls, we catch a glimpse into the absurdity of the human-dog relationship as it exists today in settler colonial North America.
We hop into the car late on Friday evening. A dog, five humans, lots of bags. Another human and two dogs will be joining us the next day up north. We drive through a night punctuated by blurred yellow lights as we get further north, the radio set to the rock station I listened to in high school.
Over and over, these past few months, I hear folks telling me how much they are affected by their living spaces, by the beings and creatures that surround them on a daily basis.