Love means never having to say that you're sorry, says Erich Segal in his Love Story. But this needn’t always be true. Love also means having to say that you are sorry. My little Blackie, I am sorry for letting you go, for not trying hard enough to get you back. Why did I let you go? Your only fault was that you loved me too much. What can I say about a two month old puppy who walked into my life in the most unexpected manner? That she was black in colour with patches of white? That she loved carrying away and chewing my slippers, driving me mad in the process? That she loved lapping up bread soaked in milk with her eyes closed? And above all, that she loved me so much that she couldn’t bear to let me out of her sight? I do not remember the date or month or even the year. It may have been...