I firmly believe our fur or feather friends stay with us in spirit form or visit us regularly. I was 8 years old when we got our first dog, a black and white mongrel called Scamp. I fell in love with him and he followed me around, sat with me, played with me and spent far more time with me than he did with my brothers or sister.
My sister was 13 when we got him and we were told it was my job to feed him and her job to walk him which she hated doing.
When I was 11 my sister started work so I was told I was now old enough to walk the dog by myself. It was no hardship to me and we lived near to open fields and a canal and so I`d take Scamp where I could let him off his lead and he could follow his nose and scout for something interesting to sniff at or chase.
One day I was out with him and across a field with a small wooded area and the following memory is something I will never forget. Someone grabbed me from behind and threw me on the floor and started trying to take off my knickers. It was broad daylight, just after I`d arrived home from school and the usual time I walked Scamp and there was nobody else around and no houses within shouting distance and the person who attacked me had chosen his spot and knew we would be hidden by the trees..
Of course I was terrified, hysterical and screaming and shouting for help. What happened in the next few minutes showed me even as a child that the bond between humans and animals is the deepest bond there is. Out of nowhere my gentle , playful, loving pet became a tiger and on hearing me shout and scream he came running to me and bared his teeth and grabbed the man on top of me. It gave me just enough time to get up and run for my life. Scamp let go of my attacker and ran after me and the guy was running after us both. Luckily when I reached a nearby footpath I saw someone walking towards me and hysterically I tried to tell him what had happened. My attacker stopped chasing and ran off in a different direction.
The teenager who I hysterically ran to then took me home, the Police were called, my Mum fell to bits , my Dad threatened murder but physically I wasn`t hurt but mentally I was scarred.
I wouldn`t go to bed without Scamp, I wouldn`t leave the house not even to walk him, I wouldn`t talk about what had happened, in fact I wouldn`t talk at all except to Scamp. It took me a long long time to feel safe again and my Dad told me in later years that the one thing which hurt him to the core at that awful period in my life was that I`d no longer stay in a room alone with any man, even with him my own Father.
It seems I was one of several girls/women who were attacked by the same man and he was caught whilst trying to do a similar thing to a teenage girl whilst she was walking under a railway bridge. This all happened 55 years ago.
When I was in my 30`s and my Mum had recently passed away my sister persuaded me to visit a spirit medium with her. Whilst I was having my sitting with the medium she talked of many things and told me several things which I was gobsmacked she knew and at one point she said, there is a black and white dog sitting by you and he looks after you like he`s always done and you have a special bond with this dog which will last forever, he will never leave your side. I only ever had one black and white dog in my life and it was Scamp.
Think what you will but I for one believe he`s still here and that one day our special relationship will be together again on another plane and alongside the other dogs and cats I have loved in my lifetime but he will be the closest.