I think this might be one of my favourite pieces I’ve written. I wrote about the fallen raven chick I thought was a rook and adopted, Rookie the raven. About how the strong bonds we create with our pets (whatever they may be) means they are usually our first, lasting experience of deep emotion. Also featuring strange pets and extravagant funerals from Percival Everett, Virgil and Mozart. Read here.
Me and Rookie the Raven