- Location
- SW London UK
Pip, an Irish Terrier, lived with her Dad down the road from us. She was one of Homer's special friends and only about three years old. Her Dad stopped me as I was taking Homer for a walk to say she had passed away in a tragic accident. His grief was still really raw when he was talking to me but he desperately wanted me to know that she was gone because Homer liked to play with her.
It was a horrible accident, She was playing with another dog with their dog walker, The two dogs went though a hole in the fence of the park to play in a stream, then for some unknown reason went through another hole in a fence into someones back garden where there was an old pond covered with weed. Both dogs managed to get into the pond but couldn't get out and were only found a few days later.
I had heard about dogs going missing but hadn't realised it was Pip.
Such a sad story, Pip was such a cutie, a really gently playful little soul adored by her Dad.
It was a horrible accident, She was playing with another dog with their dog walker, The two dogs went though a hole in the fence of the park to play in a stream, then for some unknown reason went through another hole in a fence into someones back garden where there was an old pond covered with weed. Both dogs managed to get into the pond but couldn't get out and were only found a few days later.
I had heard about dogs going missing but hadn't realised it was Pip.
Such a sad story, Pip was such a cutie, a really gently playful little soul adored by her Dad.
