The Babe, Keeper of the Yard… Babe was a Canine Rescue dog [Pound Puppy] with at least six months living wild before adopting me.
She was my constant companion and had a supervisory position right by my boat's building jig. I am not sure if that was an attraction to me or if she was making sure not too much of her bone money got spent on the boat.
Until I started night shift we had rarely been apart. I introduced her to trips away on Blue Jacket early last year and she became a fully qualified sea dog real quick. Over the years we travelled from North Cape to the Bluff and life is quite emply without her around.
Babe simply did not wake up one morning.
It was quite strange really as she died about the same time as my mate Gordon from Plywood and Marine Supplies. He and Babe always got on really well together (even when Babe ate Gordon's lunch one day). There was no sickness, no trip to the Vet for the final needle and as my friends say if you have to go that is one fine way to do it. Just fade away in your sleep.
But we have to move on and in day or so a pup will be arriving to pick up where she left off.
