Titanic dog

Being utterly devoted to Frenchies, I have often wondered if I am the only person who waited forty four years before owning one, or did she own me? Whichever way it was, she gave me eleven years happiness. Why did I have to wait so long? because I just couldn´t make anyone understand what a Frenchie looked like, and was shown Pugs, Bostons, griffons, and even Pekes, when I tried to describe the darling little dog I met aboard the ill-fated Titanic.
Yes, I am one of the very few remaining survivors of that terrible disaster and can remember it very clearly although seventy years have passed since that dreadful night.
I was an only child and was travelling with my parents, who were going to settle in Canada, intending to spend a few days in New York en route. My mother, a very calm and happy woman, had a prmonitionof danger from the time it was decided to go, and she was very puzzle as to why she she sould suddenly fell like this. As the time for departure drew near her fears increased, and she implored my father not to go. Our passage had been booked in a ship named the Philadelphia, but owning to strike, this ship didn´t sail, and we were offered a cabin in the Titanic. The largest and most luxurious ship in the world, how all our friends envied us. At last my mother knew why she had this fear, and she told my father that to declare a ship was unsinkable was flying in the face of God, and she was convinced that the Titanic would never reach New York. Of course, no one would listen to her, but everyone who knew her was surprised at this premonition, so unlike her usual self. We sailed on a Wednesday, and directly we were aboard my mother announced her intention of staying up at night, and sleeping in the daytime, as she was convinced that whatever it was that frightened her would be in the night.
So, I was to be constantly in the charge of my father all day, and the first thing we saw when we started to roam about the ship was a dear little dog. I had left my own dog in England with my grandmother, and was very pleased to see a dog aboard. But, after my own white smooth Fox Terrier, I must admit I was puzzle to see a flat-faced, bat-eared dog. I wasn´t the least bit interested to learn what breed it was until after my mother and I returned to England after the disaster. Then, when my Fox Terrier died, I asked for a "Titanic" dog, and as my mother hadn´t seen it, she didn´t know what a Frenchie looked like. Maybe, I think some people we asked thought I had dreamed it all up, for no one knew what I meant.
When at last, in 1956, I found Mrs Huffle Puffle, I was overjoyed, and like all Frenchie owners, think she was the most intelligent, beautiful and wonderful dog on the earth. How I miss her, even now. When she was with me I took her to my office every day, but now I am old and retired. I won´t have another one, as I couldn´t bear to leave her when I am out.
There are so few survivors now that I am constantly "on cal" for radio, television and meetings of all kinds all over the country, and last April I was in Philadelphia, which I enjoyed very much.
As my mother was wide awake, and fully dressed all night, when the Titanic struck the iceberg, she wakened my father inmediately, and we were on deck very quickly. The reason 1503 people had to died that night, my father among them, was because there were not enough lifeboats, so we were able to get into a boat because we were on deck so soon. My father helped us in and then stood back and helped other women and children, and we never saw him again. Two and a half hours elapsed before the ship finally sank beeath the waves, and althought some children slept, I certainly didn´t so saw the awful sight and heard the screams. What happened once the boats were all away, no one knows, but I have always thought that maybe my father sought out the little Frenchie who knows?