Thursday, 16 August 2007
Memory Lane (1)
Barely five minutes can pass without me thinking of my little boy, and I'm still failing to complete a day without some form of outburst - whether it be a few sniffles, a good sob, or a downright breakdown. I think it's time to start introducing you to him as a young boy, when I first got him about eight years ago.
This is the first picture I took of him, with my girlfriend at the time. It's not clear - but means a lot as it's the earliest picture I have. This was our second meeting at the rescue centre, when we decided to take him. I owe a huge gratitude to his mummy, as it was she who pushed for Prince, whilst I was eyeing up a young Beagle. Thank goodness for that. We split up a couple of years later, but she was instrumental in moulding Prince into the little angel he was. It was a really hard time - he missed her terribly, and she him. She did continue to visit for a little while, but it was too hard for all concerned, and more confusing than helpful for Prince. Thankfully, she loved him enough to do what was best for him. Perhaps now I have an idea of how she must have felt at the time - and have enormous respect for what she did.