Pockets had a puppy. Her name was Princess, and she was the most playful puppy anyone could ever meet. With soft, golden fur and bright, sparkling eyes, Princess loved to run and play. She adored chasing after balls, and Pockets and Princess spent their days together in the sunny backyard, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
One sunny afternoon, Pockets tossed a ball high into the air. Princess, her tail wagging with excitement, barked joyfully and raced after it. She was quick—too quick for anyone to catch up with. The ball bounced across the grass, and Princess chased after it, her little paws tapping the ground with each leap.
“Go get it, Princess!” Pockets cheered, his heart full of joy, watching his puppy run.
But then, the ball rolled a little too far. It bounced once more and landed on the street outside the yard. Princess, her eyes locked on the ball, didn’t stop to think. She dashed toward the street, her tiny legs moving faster and faster.
“Princess! No!” Pockets shouted, panic rising in his chest. He ran after her, but it was too late. Just as Princess reached the edge of the street, a car came speeding around the corner. The car’s tires screeched as the driver tried to stop, but it wasn’t enough. The puppy was too close. Princess yelped in pain as the car hit her, and the vehicle came to a stop with a jolt.
Time seemed to freeze for Pockets. His heart pounded as he rushed to the street, tears already starting to form in his eyes. The car driver, a kind neighbor named Mr. Jenkins, quickly got out of the car and rushed to Princess’s side.
“I’m so sorry, Pockets,” Mr. Jenkins said softly, his voice filled with regret. “I couldn’t stop in time.”
Pockets knelt beside Princess, gently lifting her small, limp body into his arms. His tears fell freely now as he whispered, “Please, Princess, wake up. I’m so sorry. I never wanted this to happen.”
But no matter how much he wished it, Princess didn’t wake up. The joyful puppy who had once raced after every ball, wagging her tail with excitement, was gone. Pockets sat there for a long time, his heart heavy with grief. It was so quiet now without Princess.
In the days that followed, Pockets couldn’t stop thinking about Princess. He missed her playful bark, the way she’d nuzzle his hand, and the way she would curl up next to him at night. He wished he could have done something to stop her from running into the street. He felt guilty, like he had failed her.
One evening, Pockets sat by his window, looking out at the empty yard where he and Princess had played so many times. His mom came and sat beside him, gently putting her arm around him.
“I know you miss her, Pockets,” his mom said softly. “But remember, she brought so much joy into your life, and you loved her so much. You gave her the best life you could.”
Pockets nodded, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t protect her when she needed me,” he whispered.
His mom smiled softly. “You loved her with all your heart, sweetheart. Sometimes, things happen that we can’t control. What matters is that you gave Princess your love, and she knew it. You can honor her by remembering the lessons she taught you. And when you’re ready, you can keep those lessons alive by being kind, responsible, and caring.”
Pockets thought about his mom’s words. He realized she was right. He couldn’t change what happened, but he could keep Princess’s memory alive and live in a way that honored her.
The next day, Pockets went into his room and picked out a soft pink bow tie. It was small, just like Princess had been, and Pockets knew it would be the perfect way to remember her. He carefully tied the pink bow tie around his neck and looked at himself in the mirror.
The pink bow tie reminded him of the joy Princess had brought into his life—the way she’d playfully barked, the way she’d wag her tail, and the way she had loved him so unconditionally.
Some days, Pockets would wear a red bow tie instead, remembering how much Princess had filled his life with warmth and excitement. Whether pink or red, the bow tie became a symbol of the love and care he had for her.
From that day on, Pockets wore the bow tie every day—sometimes pink, sometimes red. It became a reminder of the lessons Princess had taught him: To love deeply, to be kind, and always to be responsible.