Toto arrived on my second birthday. She was pearly white, with the softest fur, shiny eyes and a cute red nose. It was love at first sight, and we soon became inseparable. She once got left behind at a friend’s place, and a rescue party had to be launched, before I could be convinced to go to bed.
Over the years, her fur was rubbed off, and despite numerous baths, she settled on a darkish shade of grey. But she never stopped being my best friend.
Her family history placed her in Amsterdam. Is it any wonder I support Holland?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
[Toto doesn’t like being photographed. This is a picture of their Toto’s to be, taken by my then five year old.]