Happy Birthday Pretty Girl

Our little puppy was fourteen (!?) years old last month.

How crazy is that? We got her when I was in year three. After looking after my grandfather's and friend's dogs (and subsequently losing them) I was sure that we weren't going to have one of our very own. Then along Mum comes one day with this tiny little bundle in her arms. A bit too young to leave her mother, Penny was tiny, even by her standards. Mum kept her wrapped up and warm, snuggly in her arms. We named her after the Blenheim spot she wears on her head, it looks just like the old Australian pennies. 

She was every bit the perfect puppy, right down to peeing on Mum's boss' shoes one day. Don't get me wrong though: Penny can be naughty. One day she chewed some fir trees Mum had just planted right down to the stumps. Another day she ran off down the road after the neighbour's cat, and I had to chase her in my pyjamas. I have one million and one of these kinds of stories. She has honestly been the most loving, caring (despite evidence to the contrary) dog I have ever met. There was a few tears when the vet asked how her quality of life is now. She is still just as happy as the day we got her, more so because now she has us. Though really, it goes the other way. She has been a blessing in our lives, and will continue to be one long after she passes. We love you Penny, more than you will ever realise.