Gwen who was my puppy I grew up with at the age of 7, we found her at the RSPCA in Bryn Y Maen and after looking at the endless rows of kennels we was about to call it a day and try again another time until my father noticed a few more kennels we hadn't checked out. There was this family who was in front us and stopped to look at this little black collie puppy and the children were ecstatic with joy and the parents agreed to that this was the dog they wanted, however the feelings were not mutual as she just layer there with no interest.
When the parents returned for some reason they decided not go ahead and they left, shortly as they left myself and my little brother wanted to have a look to see what the fuss was about and as we pocked our heads around out of the blue this little puppy was jumping 6ft in the air barking her head off with joy.
She passed away 5 months ago after her health suddenly declined and I had the choice of either watching her wither away or let her go with dignity and painfully I had to let her go and the next day we took Gwen to the vets and that was that.
I still can't accept she's gone and when I visit home I keep thinking she'll be there waiting, odd habit I've found myself having. You don't get over it you just learn to deal with it.