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Had a bad headache all morning which was worsened by the news that Kikilou, the gorgeous homeless dog that ran around the village, was knocked down opposite the mairie at the weekend and was taken away by the Pompiers. We had no more detail than that.

Pierre phoned the Nyons Fire Station to find out what had happened next. They had taken Kikilou to a vet in Vaison. We then looked up the yellow pages and the first vet we phoned was the one that had taken care of Kikilou. So, so sad to say that he died there at the weekend.

We took Coquine for a walk this afternoon and she stopped by where he had been hit on the road and was smelling around the ground. They always ran about like loons when they saw each other. As I lay on the sofa with my splitting headache this evening, Coquine climbed up and fell asleep against me, the wee darlin'.

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Last Sunday was the first time, after months of attempts, that he let me stroke his beautiful face.