It is disturbing to see their remains, a sea of furry white puppies replaced by carcass after carcass all along the beach.

I'm not alone," said the boy. "I've got a puppy.

He went off without a word along the shore of the sounding sea.

It is a quiet and peaceful place - and a fitting place for the remains of this greatest of sea tragedies to rest.

A wave would hit and the pup went under. The mother pushed it up with her nose, and then another wave would hit. After the sixth or seventh wave, the pup didn't come up.

Whether it's instinctive or whether or not it was just the way the wind was blowing, it seems that they somehow feel safer here.