My first dog

When I was a kid, rather a toddler I remember a jet black dog that we had at our grand- parents and we called him "POP".

That was my first.

Every summer that I spent with my grand parents, I would spend time with him, play around and cuddle.

Months later when I visited again, POP wasn't there. He had died. I never forgot that moment- it was hard and very painful. I don't know how and why.

But I always remembered him, I still see my mom going misty eyed when talking about POP.

I don't have his picture or I would have put it up here. Miss you POP.