China's story.

Thank you so much for all your condolences on the loss of my dog, China. When I was growing up I always wanted a dog, but Mum wasn't a dog person so I could never have one. Out on my own we (my then boyfriend, my now husband) decided to get a dog. The first dog we had was a bit of an escape artist so we decided to get another dog to keep him company. He never really belonged to anyone, but he was more my husbands dog than mine. We wanted a female dog and knew it just had to be a Staffy. We found a litter of all white Staffies, and although I didn't think I wanted an all white dog, I thought it was worth a look. We walked in to see these seven little white staffy pups and I almost squealed with delight at the sight of them. I crouched down to take a better look and they crowded around yapping and tails wagging. There was one that caught my eye. She was so unbelievably white, little porcelain like tummy, just like fine bone China. She tugged on the drawstring hanging from my shorts and seemed to pull me towards the door. I was smitten. Of course I had to have her. When she cried in the night, whimpering for her mother, I would sneak downstairs like a child and bring her back into bed with me. Snuggled up beside me she would sleep contentedly, nuzzled against my heart. She was once again nuzzled against my heart when she went from this world and I hope that brought her some peace, just like on those first nights away from her mother and siblings. I miss you girl, there will never be another one like you, ever.