Suzanne Harrington: The dog died. She loved everyone — even fascists

She would have been 14 in February — 98 in dog years — which for a German Shepherd (or indeed anyone) is ancient

Suzanne Harrington. Picture: Andrew Hasson

The dog died. She has — to use that gag-inducing term created by a grief counsellor in Oregon — crossed the rainbow bridge.

People say this to visualise their beloved animal frolicking carefree in animal nirvana, but you have to admit it’s a bit sickly. I’d say the dog herself would have rolled her eyes.