One time Virgil and I found a sick puppy in the road. I thought it was wrong to prolong its suffering, but Kayo tended to it like a child. Looking back, maybe it gave her something we couldn't. Boys don't cuddle much, unless it's over sporting triumphs.
Anyway the dog survived and went to live with a neighbour. Kayo was happy with that- her job was done. We were a family with many commitments, and in my view, animals took second place to humans.
But damn, if I didn't miss that dog when it was gone.