I helped the man sweep up the remnants of his shattered dog. He shook his head as I decanted it into the plastic carrier bag.
'I can put him in the recycling if you like' I said, delicately.
'He deserves a burial. The beach - he loved it there' the man said, tearfully. 'Come with me, I'm so terribly alone.'
His pleading eyes and iron grip on my wrist were irresistible.
'Of course' I replied, wishing I was dressed and not wearing a pink silk dressing gown. He nodded thanks.
Looking down, I noticed neither of us had any shoes on.