Those Last Few Moments Of Our Pet’s Life Plague Our Minds Forever
However we try to forget, the pain hangs around, a permanent lodger in our memory bank
Kristi Keller is the inspiration for this story about our dog. Kristi has kind of persecuted herself for letting her dog die all alone, many years ago.
This is my guilt story.
Tuppence was a dachshund. He was my youngest brother’s pet, but much loved by all of us. Full of personality and daring, everyone was drawn him.
Why Tuppence? Why not, when your dad is a crazy thinker? Tuppence for those unaware, just means twopence, or two pennies. Even way back then there was no way you could buy such a perfect being for two pounds, let alone some spare coins in your back pocket.
But Tuppence he was, Tuppence he responded to, and for our family at least, he defied the meager value and classification bestowed upon him by Dad.
Gosh he had the best life. Everybody loved him. Everybody in our village knew him. But for dog theft, he would never have got lost. Somebody would always pick him up.
My parents had been off on a much-needed holiday with my two brothers, and we teens were charged with looking after Tuppence, and on top of that, we managed not to…
