I’d posted this afternoon about what a nightmare B was, and how she’d run away from me yet again in the field this afternoon, and how I was at my wits end with her, but then I’d expected her to come home, and now I’ve deleted that post because it’s all over, our cheeky little girl has gone. Poor B was run over outside the house today and the ignorant b*stard who knocked her down didn’t even have the decency to tell us, even though our telephone number was on her pink collar with hearts on. Poor little B died on the side of the road, and Dave, the lovely man from the cottage down the lane had to knock on the door and tell us. We had to walk down the lane, then Dave and poor Hubby had to lift her into the back of the car. I just went to pieces and was no help at all. Poor, poor B. We’re absolutely devastated.

J and C drove all the way down from Dundalk just to be with us tonight, which was the loveliest thing ever. And poor C helped Hubby with her, which was above and beyond the call of duty. #2 is utterly devastated, and still crying in his bed, and #1 has retreated, in his own #1 way, into himself. The house is quiet and sad without her. I’ll miss her bonkers barking, and her silly whining and even the way she rearranged the cushions. Sleep tight, Good Girl Becks xxx

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