Saturday morning 3 am. Glen opens the door for Trixie to go and use the female canine's room. She is taking her time coming back, and he is not well, so he asks me to keep an eye on the door and close it when she comes back in. I wait and wait, wondering how much a room in an old dogs home would cost me. After a while I went back to bed, leaving the door open for Trixie. About 5 I get up and she's still not in her bed, so I figure she must be in another part of the house. I close the door. At 6:30 I get up to make my grandson Liam some breakfast (we had spent the last 1/2 hour watching the sun get out of bed. As soon as the last pink was out of the sky, Liam decided it was time we were up too). I search the house for Trixie, she is nowhere in sight. I finish with Liam, put a video on for him, grab my coffee and begin my search.
For the next two hours I search under every leaf, branch, rock and building for my precious brown human dog. I intermittently go into the house to tell Glen the news but he continues to sleep. I am reluctant to wake him becuase he was so sick yesterday. Eventually I ring Rodney. "I'll come straight up Mum". I search some more, going over and over the same ground. At one point, I hear a gutteral sound. The sound of Trixie. I search in the vicinity of the sound, but to no avail.
Rodney and Emily arrive. Glen has awoken and been horrified at the news of his constant companion. We just knew she was dead somewhere but so much wanted to find her body so we could end the years of devotion that we had enjoyed from her (seventeen and one half). Glen asked me to remove Trixie's bed from beside his own as it made him cry to see it empty and think that she would never lay there again. Glen was so sick that he couldn't even search for the brown who holds his heart.
Once Rod had arrived, Glen struggled out of bed. I told him that I had noticed some damaged foliage on the creek bank, he investigated it and announced "This is new, she has fallen down the creek and could not get up because of the gate over the steps. Search the creek". I began to walk downstream. Rodney noticed me from up on the bank. "Mum, go back and be with the kids. I want to be the one to find her". I returned to the children, honouring Rod's wishes - after all the brown came to us because of him, and technically she was HIS dog.
Rod began to walk down the track to check out where I had told him I had earlier heard the gutteral sound. At the same time the neighbour across the creek's dog began to bark. Figuring the dog may know where Trixie was I rang the neighbour and asked if she could see her dog. She affirmed this and said that her dog was sitting right beside her and how unusual it was for her to bark. I began to tell her about Trixie and as I did, all the while keeping my eye on the spot in the bushes on the creek bank where Rod had disappeared. I quickly ended the call and dropped the phone as Rod emerged from the bushes with the brown in his arms. I began to cry and call Trixie's name as I ran toward them. The grandchildren join me, crying, running and calling Trixie's name. Glen was half way down the yard and couldn't understand what we were saying. I yelled to him that Rod had found Trixie. He immediately began to run. Rodney, realising that we thought she was dead, called to us that she was ok and put her down on the ground. Trixie began to run toward the four humans who were running toward her, crying and screaming her name. As the dog and the humans arrived at the same point, the dog nonchalantly kept running straight past us....all she wanted was to get home. Our cries turned to laughter as we hugged each other and eagerly listened as Rod told us where he had found her.
Who knows how long she had been in the cold water, pressed up against a rock -at least 6 - her claws once very long, were now very short and some were missing altogether. She had holes in her paws and her nose was almost devoid of skin........but she was alive.
With tender loving care from her Glennie she is making a full recovery and we, her family, are rejoicing at her strength and tenacity............there is truth in the saying "there is life is the old girl yet".
Rod's words were "That was a wonderful moment"