Barney- Born –June 2013 Adopted- December 2013. Died- April- 2014
Barney found himself in Welfare looking for a new home –as he was asleep in his bed and a child approached him and Barney –bit the child and understandably the family lost some trust with the pup. A familiar story!!
New Life:- by his owner
Barney was a beautiful dog with a great temperament. The whole of life was an adventure after two months in kennels waiting for his new home. He was a ‘taker of things’. Anything. We had to pack away cushions, throws, ornaments. We had to tie cupboard doors together and keep all the blinds shut on sunny days as he was obsessed with shadows. He could jump onto the kitchen work surfaces with no effort at all, landing light as a feather. He loved to race around the garden at speed, biting branches from bushes, plants and trees as he went.
On a Sunday afternoon in April, my husband took Barney out for his walk. Half an hour later I answered the door to a man asking me to bring a car as my dog had been involved in an accident. He had run out of a field onto a lane after a rattling trailer just at the moment it passed. Our vet is only 10 minutes away, a hospital with big shiny theatres, equipment and excellent vets. The vet on duty that afternoon was the head vet, someone we had known for many years. Barney died there about an hour later. He was 9 months old.
It was only 5 months since we had said goodbye to our elderly Vizsla girl, Jazz, in that same place. We were distraught. It had been a hard three months. I had cried an awful lot, even wondering if I was going to be able to cope. Things changed for us following a discussion Peter and I had about our options. I came to realise I could never let Barney go, so it was onwards.
A one to one dog trainer, who observed him for an afternoon and then set out a plan of action with me was our saviour. Cheese was the answer to most things. About 2 weeks before Barney died I saw a faint light at the end of a very long tunnel. He no longer swung from my ponytail or made my nose bleed from over enthusiastic greetings. A 10m training line gave him freedom, things were looking up.
People have been very kind and have said not to blame ourselves. The fact remains that he was in our care. We have been unable to scatter his ashes, he was a baby and so he is still here with us. The image that remains with me is no longer that of Peter laid on a grass verge with him in his arms, but that of his beautiful bright green eyes.
We will never forget him.