Sir Newton was a very frightened puppy when I found him in the forest. He could never overcome his fear of young men in spite of the abundant love that he received from everyone who knew him while he lived with me. He had two great loves: one was his Breqeqe, a toy frog that he carried around wherever he went. When Breqeqe became unrecognizable, I washed "him." This was a major disaster as Breqeqe lost its voice in the washing machine. Newton went into depression. I ordered him a new Breqeqe from the US with overnight shipping to Israel. When Newton died, he was burried with his treasured Breqeqe.
