Fudge

Ever since I was born, I have wanted a dog.

Ok perhaps not quite since that very moment I came into contact with the big wide world but as far back as I can remember I have always wanted a dog. I used to skulk around our back lane waiting to pounce on unsuspecting dog walkers. “Can I walk your dog?” I’d ask as they proudly walked past me with their mongrel.

Usually I was lucky and walked along the street with the owner keeping a close eye on this strange child as she held tightly onto their beloved dog’s lead.

My parents and I lived in the city; I had a great group of friends. We’d play out on the streets and head home when we were hungry. Everything was going swimmingly until one evening my mum, dad and I drove out to a cottage in the middle of the country.

From this moment on, my life changed and I was no longer a city kid - my folks bought this gorgeous cottage and I became a country kid. (Not through choice I may add.) However, with the promise of a dog if we moved to the country it felt like all my birthdays had come at once....we got a pup, a CUTE fab pup and we named her Fudge.

Fudge was a Jack Russell, full of life and loved the outdoors. She had the craziest personality, not sure if this was due to her spending most of her life every day with my mother but she was just ace.Fudge led a wonderful life in the country and was part of my family and my years growing up in the country however having a dog wasn't quite the same as I thought or dreamt it to be.

It was like having a sister who craved attention over ME! I am an only child, I may add! Also Fudge needed walking, fed and had her favourites. Mum during the week, Dad at the weekend and me when she felt like it.

A little put out I may have been but Fudge and I had many adventures and she was my companion when I pitched my tent in the field beside out house during the summer nights. We'd sleep there together, quivering at the spooky noises, anything that moved outside our eyes would open and peer....who was it or what was it? I think she'd been hoping it would be my mum telling us to come back inside.

When I was ill, Fudge would be my side and making sure I was ok.Fudge was part of my family for years, she sadly passed away when she 15 years old. Grey, worn out but she had had a wonderful life!