Last week, Sue
and I took Bonnie for a walk along the path at Shepherd Meadows, gave
her some treats and then took her to the vets for the last time. RIP
Bonnie girl, you were the most wonderful dog and you will always be
in our hearts.
Both Sue and I grew up in dog-owning households and by the spring
of 2004, after ten years of being married, we had decided that our
home needed a dog. By coincidence I heard on the SWCC grapevine that
Janice needed to find a new home for Bonnie. She was pleased that
Bonnie would still be a regular visitor to SWCC and so it was that
on the May Day Bank Holiday weekend of that year Bonnie came home
from SWCC to Berkshire for the first time...
Our custody of Bonnie didnt get off to a great start. On
the Sunday of the Bank Holiday weekend, keen to exercise our new
pet, I took Bonnie up to a surface dig on the Black Mountain with
the regular crew. She trotted along happily beside us, but suddenly
I noticed she was no longer there. I dashed back down the hill and
found her eagerly seeking scraps from picnickers in the DYO car
park. Our newly purchased lead was soon pressed into service.
Back in Berkshire, Bonnies gentle nature and enthusiasm
for play soon earned her new friends among the canine community
that frequents Shepherd Meadows. I lost weight and got used to early
starts as every day began with an hours walk around the meadows.
Bonnie always loved coming to SWCC, though. Shed often sleep
on the journey down but suddenly some sixth-sense would awaken her
as I drove through Pen-y-Cae, and by the time I was halfway up the
hill shed be bolt-upright on the front seat, desperate to
leap out of the car at the first opportunity. This had much to do
with Ian Alderman.
Much as Bonnie loved Sue and I (and later, Harry) shed turn
her back on all three of us the moment Ian appeared. Ill always
remember watching as Ian hid behind cars and Bonnie dashed around
the car park looking for him. On one occasion Ian and I were going
to Twll Gwynt Oer and we duly shut Bonnie in the Long Common Room
before sneaking off. Wed been at the cave entrance all of
thirty seconds when Bonnie appeared. We had to walk all the way
back again.
The generation of young members who are now in their teenage years
grew up throwing endless balls down the garden for the dog that
never grew tired of the game. Shed go for any walk that was
on offer but potential walkers soon realised that if Ian was at
SWCC then Bonnie would pretty soon choose his company rather than
theirs. She loved the Jopling spaniels, Kim and Sprocket, and would
play with them for hours, but she saw SWCC as her territory
and was decidedly lukewarm towards other canine visitors. I often
came back from caving trips to find her sitting on the bench in
front of the cottage, like a queen surveying her lands.
When Harry came along, a little more than a year after we took
her home, he couldnt wait to join in with Bonnies ball
games, and was soon throwing tennis balls from the papoose on my
back. His ability in both cricket and tennis can, we maintain, be
traced back to these early beginnings.
In later years arthritis and failing eyesight limited Bonnies
game-playing, and towards the end of her life I avoided bringing
her to the club unless I had to, as she was less and less able to
find her own way around. But I know that many members loved her
dearly and Sue and I have been genuinely moved by the tributes from
SWCC members and friends on Facebook and elsewhere. There are some
lovely photos of her on the small common room wall and Bonnie will
always be an SWCC member even if she never had a membership
card (or BCA insurance).
I also need to express my sincere thanks to Janice, for allowing
Sue, Harry and I to have ten wonderful years with Bonnie and for
training her into such a well-behaved, gentle and loving dog.