elizabeth took him out at half four as she always does to a park where the council allows them to be off their leads. she goes at this time as she and rochester became great friends with everyone they met. after dogs, most being adults... they love her politeness and the way he was so well trained for her.
around half five this evening she said to him 'all right, fifteen minutes' and he ran into the water. it had heavily raining earlier this afternoon and there is a drainage in this park that consists of two 1m (39") diameter grated pipes into a brick structure with a volume of say, six clawfoot baths which drains into a 450mm (18') circumference pipe... without a grate.
from this the bank runs downhill, and on the sides up on a 45* stone-bricked angle and I was told the water was slightly above the height of the larger pipes so a good metre/4' up the wall. he went to get a ball that was swirling around in the drainage and his head went under and elizabeth said she started screaming at that point. as you can imagine everyone had come to her aid but he was swept under.
I would have arrived at twenty to six. by this point the water had receded to 4" under the out flow. I was certain a dog of that size wouldn't fit in there but of course he would. I knew exactly what had happened. elizabeth was beside herself.
the fire department came but of course there was nothing they could do they weren't about to send the smallest firey in there and we all knew it was pointless.
I asked elizabeth to stay in the truck while I went to thank them and give them my details.
I was okay until I got home. my missus had just returned from work and the youngest would have told her where dad was.
I came in the door and had to say 'he's gone, love' and then explain the situation. I'm not going to try and explain what happened afterwards.
I reckon I lasted about 10min before I had to leave, I needed a cigarette.
of course I went back to the park, rang my best mate and had to tell him I had fucking well lied to him as well as you. that dog was never at an arm's length.
he came to meet me shortly afterwards. he got straight into the water which was now about 4" deep and flashed his light down the tunnel; the exact same thing the fireys had done an hour earlier.
he's gone, lads. buried in some drainage pipe.
the only reason I'm telling you is because I'd only feel like an ass had I done it later.
it's half nine now.
I've had to remain stern faced in front of my girls but I know they heard me in the other rooms.
I've the telly up and I'm sure they can hear me now.
elizabeth told me she said she was going to go in after him.
we managed a solid talk in the 5 minute drive home and put some points crystal clear.
in one mind I'm glad I didn't find his body.
I'm glad he went quick.
when my mate and I left we ran into the local council ranger explained the situation again and left him waiting for the water corp.
they know where the old storm drains lead. they'll be in touch tomorrow.
perhaps I'll get him back.
he's gone, lads.
no more fur in the carpets.
no more dog continuously staring at me in the car.
no more dog beside my bed.
no more dog.
couldn't happen to a better dickhead, hey. it's scarlett's birthday tomorrow. he just turned five in feb.
I'm sorry I lied to you all... I'm a fucking mess tonight.