Rupert Shaldrake
t's typical that only retrospectively is one able to understand a dog's sadness or his/her howl"
My brother, Michael, was a copilot in a Wellington bombing during the war. In 1940 he took part in numerous attacks against Germany. At that time we had a dog, Milo, who was a mix between collie and sheepdog, and particularly attached to Michael. One night in June, Michael was on his way home from an attack, when he sent a radio message saying that he was directly off the coast of Belgium, and that he'd soon be home. That same night, Milo, who slept in a barn at the back of the house, howled so much that my mother had to get up and take him into the house. Michael never returned from the mission that night. He was reported as missing, and presumed dead, on June 10, 1949.
(Stephen Hyde, Acton, London)
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