Our Rainbow Bridge Family

I'm Lynda, Alfie's Mum.  Sure he wont mind my adding an extra page here for those special four legged friends who shared our life before he did.


My beloved Vicky (August 1989 - May 2001)

Vicky was my first dog of my own.  When I left home to live in Bradford it was the first time I had lived without a dog, I pesterd the (now ex) husband for a dog like a spoilt child and eventually he gave in and took me to the RSPCA to get a dog 'if I must' just as I was about to go in while he stayed in the car I tried to see if he had a preference so he said a rough collie.  I asked and was taken to a small area with a few Shelites in a cage, outside that cage was a little scrap jumping at my knees, despite my efforts of trying to igore this tatty scrap she would not be ignored.  The Shelties as it happened were all boys, and I had only had girl dogs at home so that was what I wanted, the tatty scrap was of course a girl, I bent to give her a closer look when she leapt on my knees and curled up.... I paid the adoption fee and headed for the car. 

Next stop was the pet shop.  The ex remained in the car whilst I went in for the bed, food, lead etc - the tatty scrap cried all the time I was in there.  We named her after the local pub 'The Victoria' so she became Vicky.  You have no idea how many mistakes I made with this dog, she became spoilt and agressive with all dogs, because at that time I thought it was 'cute' how she protected me from everything.  She did this throughout her 12 years with me, through thick and thin.  I swear that dog knew everything I thought never mind said.

Vicky was my soul dog, I love my dogs now and the ones after her but she was the most special girl in the world and not a day goes by when I dont miss her.  Vicky was lost to me over ten years ago when someone I trusted to care for her didnt, I told them not to take her out, I told them never to take her out without a lead (just because I could, I always knew nobody else could), she was taken out and bolted across a road to attack a dog, and died instantly.. the driver didnt have a chance to miss her, and was devastated.

It took me a year to look at her photo, or at the many videos of my daughter growing up when Vicky was always at her side, as not only did Vicky protect me but took it on herself to be my daughters guardian too.

My darling girl, never forgotten and always lives on in my heart.

Here she is with Tigger, our dear boy who I will tell you about next.