Pony went downhill suddenly and died quietly at home in the living room surrounded by her human family and my other (now only) dog Hugo.

Pony was born on 13 August 2004 in a council flat in Trowbridge, England. I was given her when she was 7 weeks old. We were both beat up by the same guy. He burned my home down just before Pony's first birthday. We fled together for my Mom's home in Clifton Heights, PA, where she spent the rest of her life. She was 15.

I know I'm supposed to write a proper eulogy but I can't. I have no idea how I'm going to face the rest of my life without her.