A Promise Kept
To the person who once thought I was cute enough to breed… You wanted me to have cute little puppies. And I did. I don’t
To the person who once thought I was cute enough to breed… You wanted me to have cute little puppies. And I did. I don’t
Darcy’s Gotcha Day is May 16, 2011. It is the day we became we. The day my life changed course. Fourteen years ago, I was
Our story began eleven years ago today. You had me at hello — no words, no history, just a single look that said you were
Two Years On I often like to imagine what my dogs would say if they could write their own stories. This one, I think, belongs
And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. I remember
We celebrated September 18th as Bobo’s Gotcha Day—the day he got me. But it took more than a week for me to make him mine.
Sometimes, sitting quietly on a bench is the best way to speak to those we’ve lost. In the stillness, their memory becomes a gentle breeze,
To all of you who asked how I am with Lulu, I appreciate your concerns. You can say, I was once in her position and
When Darcy left us, many have asked Mum if she would get another. “But I have George,” she would say. She knew she would one
To the world you maybe one person, to me, you’re my world. I had a rough start in life, surviving on the streets in Hungary
Today, eleven years ago, Darcy made her appearance into Mum’s life. She bounced past Mum who stood transfixed at the doorway as she watched Darcy
Once upon a long time ago, I walked the streets of Hungary on my own. I was hungry, frightened and directionless. I must have left
The Universe knows the perfect timing for all those things you want and will find, through the crack of least resistance, the best way to
“When I first met you, I never realised how much you would end up meaning to me.”
There’s something about George. He’s the little guy that entered our lives five years ago today.
Today, three years ago was when it became official that I became Mummy’s and Mummy became mine, well ours if we include Darcy.
Mummy woke up this morning and started singing to me so we thought we’d share this. Sing along with us to the tune of “I Got
This was going to be Part II of The Mind of a Hungarian Refugee. We thought we would have another chat with George following on
OK, so my “Gotcha Day” wasn’t just Mummy and I going on a journey down memory lane. Instead we shared the day with Mr. Charles
Dear Darcy, Five years ago tonight, I went to bed thinking – my life is going to change tomorrow.
In May 2011, after a very long car ride all the way from Wales, the driver took me to what I eventually realised would be