Oh my goodness - yes, I have.
A couple of months ago, my husband was in hospital with angina/heart problems. Harry was with me in the car that day, in his crate etc.
I got the OK to take Harry to go see his 'daddy' and they had a brilliant half hour together. Then took him back to the car, gave Harry a drink and put him back in his crate.
My mind was everywhere and I was sick with worry - and I didn't put the latch across properly on the crate. Now Harry always sits and waits until I give him the command. But I think, that day, he was determined to go and find his daddy.
He shot out of the car, and went chasing across the car park in the direction from which we'd just come. It was manically busy there, with cars, ambulances and delivery trucks.
I was actually crying and praying as I was running - I thought, I can't have this on top of everything else. But, suddenly, he stopped - round a corner, so at that point I didn't know he had. I was truly expecting the worst. Thank the Lord he'd realised I wasn't there, and had come back to find me.
I shook for absolutely ages after that - and it still makes my blood run cold every time I think about it. Sally + Harry x |