Goodnight Mr Pip

Woke up this morning to be told by my Mum that our darling 17 year old dog Pip had died in the night. He suddenly took a down turn on Sunday and was struggling yesterday and Monday. We had been going to take him to the vet today with the likely outcome of putting him down.

He lived to a very good age in doggy years but it still doesn't make it easier. Today I have had a heavy heart and shed tears. The kitchen seems so empty and quiet, he was still barking up until he slipped away.

Mr Pip (short for Pip-squeak) you will be sorely missed. You were a faithful dog right up to the end and remained a loyal companion through some of Zimbabwe's darker years. We will never forget the night we found you lost on Bishop Gaul Avenue, frantic to be rescued and how you leapt into our car and our hearts at the first opportunity. Our hearts are sore and our lives are emptier without you. You are in the best place now though and we are glad you are no longer suffering.

Our gardener Given found a pawpaw tree sapling to put on top of Pip's grave.