The object I have chosen is the collar of my dog, Cara. Cara is the first dog I have owned, and we got her during a time that was difficult for us all, as my parents were getting divorced and we were preparing to move house. She will be 10 this year and I don’t see her as often as I would like while I am away at university. But this collar will always remind me of her, even after she is gone. If this collar were lost, I would feel like I had lost the tangible part of her that I could always keep.
Her collar is old and worn soft and smooth. It’s faded from all the times it’s been washed and caught in the rain on walks. No matter how hard we scrub it, it always smells of dog, but not in a bad way, in a homely, warm, familiar way. The smell of a warm pillow or a worn animal blanket always evokes the same smells and memories.
Cara may be the first dog I have owned, but I truly hope she will not be the last. Dogs love unconditionally, and although she is stubborn, steals the sofa and begs for toast crumbs, all those things make her unique, and she’s helped me through a lot of difficult times, from my parents divorce to relationship break ups. I have a lot of happy memories attached to her and I know that once she is gone I will always look at her collar and remember them all.