Freeway by Cheryl Harvey

Freeway

by Cheryl Harvey

I had contractions the day he was born, I'd picked out the parents long before and apart from knowing he would be a beautiful grey sable bundle I still didn't know if it would be a he or she. His mum Dina had trouble giving birth so her breeder Edwina was racing her to the vets down the freeway while telling me not to hyperventilate! On the entry ramp to the freeway out he popped. A dark, grey sable male puppy who was immediately christened Bronacre Freeway Flier and he lived up to his name. Never did anything slowly!! Drank quick, ate quick and played quick just in case he missed out on anything around him. In 11 years I never saw him growl or bark at a child or animal, in fact he used to play chasey with next doors cat and when they were tired they would curl up together and sleep in the sunshine. Never listened to my husband in all those years but if I raised my voice he knew he was in trouble and would sulk for hours! When my husband and I split I got custody as I knew he would never be happy if we weren't together, alas Freeway's freedom with me was short lived and in his last few days his eyes that had always shown that zest for life dimmed and he asked me to release him from his pain. It took me a lot longer to accept this than he. Freeway knew he had come to the time when the rainbow bridge was calling him across and as selfish as I was in wanting to keep him near to me I understood. No longer would I see that tail wag or hear him speak for his biscuit and those four feet walking beside I would no longer have. But I have the memory or a wonderful German Shepherd who had the nature of a saint and you can never really lose your best friend. Sleep peacefully Freeway and you'll always be forever in my heart. 28-1-92 to 4-6-03

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