I was knocked for six yesterday when I received a phone call from my mum to say that Pip had died. Pip was our family dog and my best friend in all the world when I was a teenager. We had her mum, Midge, from a puppy and I was 12 when Pip was born. She got me through very tough times when I was a teenager, always being there to listen to me and make me feel better. She had a wonderful life living on a farm and going on thousands of miles of walks over the years. She was the most wonderful little dog in the world and I miss her. I am dreading going back to my parents house next weekend, knowing that she won’t be there to greet me.
Rest in Peace little Pip. Hope you are with your mum now.
