My Pink Pawed Puppy

by Georgia Hughes
(Bootle, Merseyside, England)

My Pink Pawed Puppy was my beloved loyal companion for 15 months. Although the time we had together was only short, the memories I still have seem like a lifetime. His two little pink paws always seemed to be resting on my knee. Then he would fall asleep on me. Then suddenly a song would come on and he'd be jumping about and howling to it.

Every day since he was put down I have thought about him and miss him even more. In my heart he left a stain that can never be removed, not by using even the strongest Mr Muscle. My Pink Pawed Puppy will never be replaced, not by any person or animal.

A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his.

How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

Rest In Peace My Pink Pawed Puppy: Morgan x