strange mix. My mom said she’d
take them both. She brought them
home, and I was the happiest kid on
earth.
My mom named them Fufi and
Panther. Fufi, I don’t know where
her name came from. Panther had a
pink nose, so she was Pink Panther
and eventually just Panther. They
were two sisters who loved and
hated each other. They would look
out for each other, but they would
also fight all the time. Like, blood
fights. Biting. Clawing. It was a
strange, gruesome relationship.
Panther was my mom’s dog;
Fufi was mine. Fufi was beautiful.