
Kipper was my first dog, my Dad got her when I was 6 and she was my best friend, a beautiful clever border collie. She passed away on monday, 2nd February aged 18 and I'm just heartbroken. She was a huge part of my childhood and that of my friends, she would come with us everywhere we went and watch over us carefully. When we built dens she would hunt out giant sticks and drag them back to us, she would round us up if she thought we were wandering too far apart and persuaded the local bullies that it wasn't worth bothering our little group of friends. When we became teenagers she was still the center of our world and would lead us home across the dunes at night after sneaky drinking on the beach, we always forgot a torch
I have nothing but good memories of old Kips, I just feel so sad that I didn't get to see her one last time before she went on. When I moved out a couple of years ago I took my terrier with me but Kipper was the family dog so stayed with my dad. I was going to look after her when my parents went on holiday in two weeks and I was so looking forward to spending some time with the old girl, but alas...
She was a wonderful dog and is terribly missed by all who knew her, but I'm sure she's having a grand old time in some celestial field somewhere with lovely George my second dog, a big smelly Golden Retriever who predeceased her aged 14. I howled when my Dad phoned with the horrible news but couldn't wallow for long because I was upsetting my two dogs, Missy a naughty 9 year old terrier cross and Vic my gorgeous lurcher who will be 1 in may or june.
So Goodbye Kipper my darling, I know I'll see you and George again one day.