My Life in Letters: S.

This letter marks my 50th post. It also marks the day I’ve finally submitted my research project! So thank you to those I interviewed, and not thank you to the eighteen people who liked my post pleading for help but didn’t send me any interview answers. 😉
(I’m joking, thank you, dear readers.)

So, the letter “S”… I think I will have to go with my old family dog Spike for this one.

Spikie was a japanese spitz crossed with an akita. A strange mix, which made him, particularly when he was younger and before his muzzle greyed, look almost exactly like a wolf with a collar.
When he was young he had a pure black face all the way up to his ears, which steadily greyed over the years.

We had Spike for 12 years before he eventually passed away. He was a part of the family. We grew up with him- he was the forth sibling. He was fiercely protective over us and was the most loveable dog in the world. There wasn’t a single person who met him who didn’t fall in love with him.

We all felt so lost when Spike passed away. He had been with us for so long that it felt wrong not to have a layer of white fur over everything.

We’ll always miss him and his old tricks.

Spikie,
They called him Spikie,
He was the biggest, bravest doggy in the world.
Spikie,
They called him Spikie,
He was the biggest, bravest doggy in the world.

– A song my sister and I made up for him when we were little. ❤

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