Ernest worked for my parents as their 'houseboy' for many years, and to me he seemed like part of the family. Sheba had her puppies and smothered one each day. Due to her ignorance and our lack of knowledge about this we coudn't prevent the inevitable. So we had to bury them. Ernest was given the unenviable task of digging the little graves in the back garden, laying the teeny tiny bodies inside, then covering them over as unobtrusively as possible so that Ma wouldb't know where they were buried when she came out of hospital.What an awful time for us all, and I often lay awake in bed at night worrying that I could've saved them. If only......
