His name was Terry. He was never particularly big, not in size anyway. But what he lacked in stature he made up for in so many other ways.
He was certainly big in character! Whether in a room with just a couple of people or in a crowd, he was always the centre of attention. Tactile too. On many occasions his friendly touch was deemed inappropriate! But he only had to look at his startled victim with his big brown eyes and all was forgiven. He would never stand for any nonsense, but everyone said his bark was worse than his bite!
He lived with his friend Mavis, and as she grew older she became increasingly dependent on Terry. He became her eyes and her ears. He fetched and carried for her and made sure she came to no harm. He would always wait for Mavis to fall asleep at night before turning in himself. But one morning Mavis didn’t wake up.
After Mavis died, something inside Terry died too. He was never the same again. He went to live with Mavis’s daughter, but in no time at all he became ill and died too.
He was buried alongside Mavis in the village churchyard. The inscription on his gravestone simply says:-
Here lies Terry the Terrier
Mavis's best friend