My Grandpa Piskac gave me my Big Yellow Doggie and I loved that stuffed dog until his fur was matted and worn. He seemed gigantic to this bony little girl: my protector, my champion.
He listened to all my secrets with the most loyal heart, never turning his coat or embarrassing me. My Big Yellow Doggie was like an early pioneer, going with me on each adventure without complaint. He tucked me in at night, praying with me and whispering goodnight as I drifted into dreams.
He stayed on guard all night. Like a soldier he never faltered or slept until I awoke safe in the world again. I know if I could look through my old photo albums, I’d find pictures of him. I kept him through high school, college, and into adulthood!