Lost

Why do they call them ‘a mans best friend?’ There is nothing special about them, they make noise, they plead for food, really why would you even consider having a dog? Well this is how I use to think, till I first met her. Lucy was her name. A beautiful dog she was, with that big wet black nose and those fast strong legs. Her eyes were like black crystals glittering in the sun. She has this amazing coat of fur on her, with patches of brown and black all over her, it was very exquisite. She was a very intelligent dog in that you understand what she wanted or what she wanted to say from just looking into her eyes. She was my new best friend and I was never going to let her go, unless she was going to let me go.

It was a warm Saturday morning, with the ray of the sun beaming through the gaps of my bedroom curtains touching my skin. This was the day I first met Lucy, a wonderful day that will be never forgotten. I was at the park playing catch with my dad. I was seventeen...