Red and White Zider
Well-known Exeweb poster
People that have never had Pets just dont get it when one dies or you have to get them put to sleep and always seem to be light hearted about it and joke about. It really is devastating when they go, having been a part of the family they are like another relative. They respond to your ways and pick up habits.
When I lived in Torrington before I moved to Bristol 10 years ago I grew up with a Golden Retriever (my favourite breed of dog) called Misty and she although was a working gun dog was absolutely soft and gentle with people and wouldnt harm a fly when home and about and rarely barked too. She would sit outside shops without the need to be tied up, when you told her to sit and stay whilst I would go into the shop she would and not move a muscle. I always used to take her with me on my morning paper rounds to give her a walk and like all Retrievers seem to be she was a born scrounger (particularly loving toast) but loveable with it, I absolutely adored her. So when I moved to Bristol I did my first 2 months training for my Platform job and on the day I did my final rules and assessment sessions and passed them, I was of course elated to have passed my training. I switched my mobile on to recieve a voicemail from my sister Lou to say that same morning our Mum had come down the stairs to find Misty dead on her side at the bottom of the Garden steps where it appeared she had some kind of fit and had been frothing at the mouth, she was 11. My elation of passing my rules turned to utter devastation when discovering this news and wont mind admitting I left the station to go home in floods of tears. I had spent 10 years of my life since I was the age of 9 with this dog since she was aged 1, been on many walks and given her many pieces of my toast
Its been almost 10 years since Misty died but I do still think about her from time to time and if I ever get an opportunity to have a pet of my own then it will definitely be a Golden Retriever, they are such lovely dogs.
When I lived in Torrington before I moved to Bristol 10 years ago I grew up with a Golden Retriever (my favourite breed of dog) called Misty and she although was a working gun dog was absolutely soft and gentle with people and wouldnt harm a fly when home and about and rarely barked too. She would sit outside shops without the need to be tied up, when you told her to sit and stay whilst I would go into the shop she would and not move a muscle. I always used to take her with me on my morning paper rounds to give her a walk and like all Retrievers seem to be she was a born scrounger (particularly loving toast) but loveable with it, I absolutely adored her. So when I moved to Bristol I did my first 2 months training for my Platform job and on the day I did my final rules and assessment sessions and passed them, I was of course elated to have passed my training. I switched my mobile on to recieve a voicemail from my sister Lou to say that same morning our Mum had come down the stairs to find Misty dead on her side at the bottom of the Garden steps where it appeared she had some kind of fit and had been frothing at the mouth, she was 11. My elation of passing my rules turned to utter devastation when discovering this news and wont mind admitting I left the station to go home in floods of tears. I had spent 10 years of my life since I was the age of 9 with this dog since she was aged 1, been on many walks and given her many pieces of my toast
Its been almost 10 years since Misty died but I do still think about her from time to time and if I ever get an opportunity to have a pet of my own then it will definitely be a Golden Retriever, they are such lovely dogs.