I found my dog when he was a puppy when I was living in India. He crawled out of the jungle as a six week old puppy on his front legs as his back legs weren’t working. He’d been ran over by a motorbike and the scars of the chain were clear on his flea bitten back. That was over five years ago and since then he’s had the best treatment money can by and is now with me in the UK.

His name is Mowgli and my memoirs of his early days and photographs can be found here on my website. I can’t tell you how much he has enriched my life because there are not enough words. But maybe my little sketch can convey some of the character of his beautiful soul and what it is I love beyond words.