It’s a dog’s life

Arrived back at home to find the chap keeping the power lines clear had run over our top dog Ted at our home, despite special instructions to look out for the deaf old dog. I rushed him to the vet where we soon realised it was time for goodbyes rather than hope. I thanked him for our time together, named the folk who loved him the most and wished him well on the next stage of his journey into the great unknown.

Our first dog was run over at the end of our drive by the minibus collecting the neighbors’ kids for school. He died on the table at the same vets. At that time we would have paid any money we could get our hands on to keep him alive. It was the saddest day of my life. So when we met Ted at the rescue centre following the death of his human, barking: ‘Choose Me. Choose Me!’ we knew that we should get together.

My great friend and neighbour took his own life and left a note asking for the Patricks to look after the dog, Juno. To be honest, she was a pain, a highly nervous dog that kept on going ‘home.’ But I loved her as I loved her master.  It was another sad day when she came to an early death under the wheels of a car. A neighbour consoled me, saying that it was part of the natural selection with older farm dogs.

So where does the liability lie for the contractor clearing the trees for the electric company? Do we need some recompense for pain and suffering? Or is a simple and heartfelt apology enough? Of course it is, little can be gained from litigation, nothing will bring him back. He is buried in the orchard, alongside our domestic pets. I hope to be laid there one day myself.