For as long as I can remember we have always kept Springer Spaniels. When I was about 10 we had 2, Sheba and Judy. Judy was Sheba’s pup, only a couple of years old at most and not quite trained yet. This one day I cycled down to the local shop on my BMX, down the little country road to the little country store at the end, Judy and Sheba came with me which I knew was wrong and I knew I should have made them both go back to the house but it seemed like fun and the part of me that wants to be free from rules and dog leads and choke chains… well, I was 10, that was the only part of me their really was. So down the road we all went, happy as a boy and his dogs could be wandering free.
The store sat at the end of the road, by the sea at the junction where our road meets the main road joining the two small towns nearby. Sheba was walking to heel, Judy was going near daft with excitment at the thought she might get to go play in the sea.
Judy was half across the main road before I realised and I instinctively shouted for her to come to heel, she stopped to turn and was hit by a car, killing her instantly. It happened so fast. The car never stopped. I didn’t know what to do. Judy’s white and liver coat was bloodied and she lay by the roadside motionless while I cried my eyes out.
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Oh Stephen that was so sad. But then I thought that wee dog had a great life and its last hour could not have been happier.