Darling little Malek. It was chance that Phoenix found you, sweet little six-month old chap and sent you to Twilight. You had spinal nerve damage, who knows how, who or where, but it left you at just six months old with three legs that worked. This soon became two, and then none. You let me bathe you, clean all those parts you couldn’t do, even helped with your bowels. You never complained and rarely cried. You would shuffle to join me cook the evening meal and sing to you, you would greet me in the morning. In seven weeks, my little treasure you stole my heart. I will always love you and always remember your courage, and I can only apologise for the humans that did this to you. You will always be special my Malek. L xx
