Zoe, my constant shadow
I used to work for my local council and had been on the lookout for a dog to make our family complete.
On a Monday some kids who were on their way to school found a young female black labrador running around - no identification and covered in mud and wet. They brought the dog to the council offices and as soon as I saw her I said: "If she isn't claimed in the seven days, I want her."
She'd obviously had some training as she sat on command; my thoughts were that as the duck-shooting season had commenced that weekend, maybe she was lost and whoever owned her would claim her.
They didn't, and seven days later, with a little opposition from my then husband, I took her home. The kids loved her and she loved them and eventually, so did hubby.
The first few weeks were a trial. She managed to dig many holes in the back lawn - one so big you couldn't see her sitting in it. She escaped a couple of times through the tiniest gaps in the fence but eventually settled down to be the best pet you could imagine.
I walked her every day for 10 years. She was my constant shadow until eventually she succumbed to cancer at the tender age of 10.
I still have her ashes sitting by the fire and now and again throw her a treat. I still miss her and still love her. RIP Zoe.
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