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Cassidy Davies

Guide Dogs - Paws for Thought
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Known as Cass, Mouse, Cassy-Woo, Puppy

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Guide dog remembered by: Nigel Davies

Date added: 16 Mar 2013

Cassidy passed away on the 21 January 2013 aged just twelve years and eight months. He really was one special guide dog and friend. He always went out of his way to please and be friends with everyone; he was gentle of nature and without an aggressive bone in his body. He was wagging his tail till the last.

He will be sorely missed by all his family.

Running Free

Cassidy felt exhilarated and excited yet the excitement was tempered with sadness. Today was a new experience for him that he wanted to enjoy and savour yet he sensed he must hurry. He raced up the long sloping field and did not stop until he was on the top of the ridge. This small area of ground was a favourite of his and shared its surface with a solitary sycamore sapling that he had watched grow and grow. The breathlessness and aches and pains that had plagued him all winter were gone, even his coat felt soft and fluffy just like when he had been a puppy. So fast his passage and light of paw was he the dew sodden grass showed no sign of his passing. He turned and looked out from the darkened landscape and out across the grey black sea to the far horizon. Here a shining silver crescent of light cut up into the night sky and seemed to be gaining its strength from the milliard of waning stars that were fading fast. His nostrils twitched as he could almost smell the warmth of the coming day.

Now once more running free he went streaking up the field with one bound and leap he cleared the high farm gate, not for him scrabbling in the mud beneath the lowest rung today. The familiar path across the rabbit meadow to its farthest edge then down along the Devon bank and hedge. He neither faltered nor hesitated as he sensed and scented the horrible hound on the morning air. The creature would always snarl and snap, bark and try and bite every time Cassidy led his blind master by. The creature came into view with haunted eyes and sniffing the morning air then with fright he turned and fled to cower and tremble behind his master’s legs. Bewildered the master looked down and wondered why but neither heard nor saw Cassidy speeding by.

Through the dark woods where the heavy smell of rich wet earth and creatures of the night abound. The dark shadows and blackened trunks of trees hid the coming light from the ground but Cassidy like the ghostly white owl passing over head knew exactly which way to head. Paler and paler the light grew as he came from the woodland trail to streak out onto the cliff top path where the murmur of the relentless sea could always be heard coming up from far below. Past the sheep gate to the village green where once again he stopped. Looking and listening Cassidy heard not a sound, the slumbering village slept on still in the folds of darkness denied the dawn by the surrounding downs.

Loping and trotting down the cliff steps, through the rocks that stood like sentries guarding the sandy beach beyond. The nights tide had scoured the beach and Cassidy cross its perfect surface to where the wavelets gently lapped driven on by the turning tide. Skittish and full of joy he sniffed and scampered until finally he took the plunge. Dazzling bright rays of light danced from the polished surface of the sea into his eyes, but Cassidy was lost in the soft silkiness and pleasant surprise of the cooling water as it gently caressed his body. Next in this playground of his dreams he explored the wonders of the rock pools, watched the tiny fish desperately try and hide in the weed from his shadow and then returning to the beach he snatched up a clump of stranded seaweed to shake until there was nothing left. With no need to shake the water from his fur Cassidy was ready when he heard the call. Leaving the virgin sand and his joyous sea shore behind he trotted through the rocks, up the winding steps, and ran through the now waking village. The first light of dawn had started turning the dark roof tiles red and the sweet sound of the dawn chorus was all but spent. Up the lane past the grazing fields where the cows munched lazily on the succulent dew sodden grass, past the orchards that would soon burst into blossom. Round the almost hairpin bend and up the hill to where Cassidy could slide through the hedge to home.

He saw his master working beneath the magnolia whose magnificent petaled branches seemed to reach in all its glory up to heaven, and trotted over to sit beside him. Lost in dreams his master absently reached out his hand to stroke his dogs head, and Cassidy could sense the great sorrow and watched great tears drops streaming down his face. Carefully and tenderly his master picked up a neatly folded bundle and placed it lovingly and gently into the darkness of a deep hole that had been neatly dug in the lawn. Then kneeling he stroked each handful of the freshly piled earth so tenderly it was as though he was stroking Cassidy, taking care to place the soil evenly over the buried treasure until the mound was perfect in its shape and size. The final touch a simple cross whose carved message simply read:

To my best friend Cassidy may you rest in peace.

The gentle light from heaven lit the path Cassidy now trod to find pastures new. Sun kissed flower strewn meadows and tremendous beaches abound where this happy hound would one day be joined by those that had loved him so.

By Nigel Davies
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