My shadow
Dearest Toby,
Travelling in the car to the rescue centre to collect you, I was ever so excited and happy.
It was 5 November 2006, a day that I will always treasure.
Your elderly owner had gone into a hospice, and you needed a home.
At four years old, you only had one eye, but that didn’t matter to me.
Iwas anticipating all the cuddles I’d get from my cute, fluffy little bundle of love.
Only, you weren’t what I had pictured at all, Toby…
Your filthy, matted hair and stubborn ways came as a shock.
Growling and snarling, I thought you’d never want to be my