Cherie wanted a dog with every fibre of her being, but the doctors wouldn’t countenance the hair or the drool, so her loneliness grew and each day she faded a little more.
Schnitzel started life as a poster on Cherie’s bedroom wall, his face made her laugh and she seemed to take comfort from him.
When money is no object very little is impossible and Cherie awoke from a fitful slumber to find her favourite poster made ‘flesh’.
“Schnitzel,” she whispered.
Who knew that a million dollar artificial dog could give a precious child the impetus to try and live.