My name is Snowdrop, and I was born in Scotland on the 1st June 2000. 

When I was first taken by a family, it was their intention to use me to show, but they then thought that I might be unsuitable, so were prepared to  sell me on.  At about the same time, my new Mummy and Daddy were searching the whole Country to find me.  They travelled from England to Scotland, and took me home.  I had been in a car before, but only in a cage.  I spent most of my time in a cage, even in the house where I was living.  My new Mummy had brought a lovely soft, warm mohair blanket with her for me,  and she put it on her knee when we got into the car, which  I snuggled into, and had lovely cosy little sleeps, all the way to England.   Right from the start, I realised that I had new parents and a new home.  I was very pleased, and I would soon find out that I would never have to be kept in a cage again.

My Mummy & Daddy had a pussy cat before.  Her name was Mistletoe, she was a white Chinchilla, and died a little time before her 21st birthday.  That was just nine weeks before I was born.  My parents say that I did, and still do, a lot of things in the house just the same as Mistletoe, and make some of the same noises, and they think that  is very strange!! I have a feeling that they believe that  I am a re-incarnation of Mistletoe, and that is fine by me.  I know that I am a funny little girl, as they are always telling me so !

                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                          

THE TRAVELS & ADVENTURES

of

SNOWDROP THE MALTESE


My Story
Part 1






The following year, we all went on holiday together.  I had settled into my new home, and was very happy.  I was getting less anxious about being left alone in the house, even for a short time, as in the beginning I was very worried in case they would leave me, and never come back again.






A few weeks after I moved to my new home, my parents were due to go away abroad for a short holiday.  They had booked it before I came into their lives, and my new Mummy cried, and cried, as she did not want to go and leave me, even though my Auntie & Uncle were going to look after me, and though she knew that everyone said I would be all right, it did not really make any difference, and she nearly did not get on the aeroplane.


                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                       
 

After that trip, she said she would never go away like that again and leave me, because she felt so sad, and missed me so much.