05/10/2026
I never truly understood the caption “Mondays stink”… until today. 😩
Because I can honestly say, this has to be one of the worst Mondays I can remember.
I was just leaving to collect the last dog on my route. I started to reverse and BANG — I had gone straight into someone’s pick-up! 😳
I genuinely didn’t see him in my mirrors and, in that moment, I was absolutely horrified and embarrassed.
I had dented not only his door, but two of the front panels as well. My van had a little dent of its own and a broken tail light.
I was completely shaken, full of adrenaline, wondering how on earth he was going to react. I got out, immediately apologised and braced myself for the worst.
Thankfully, the gentleman was incredibly calm and wasn’t too fussed. He even joked to another man that apparently I wasn’t the first person to reverse straight into him over the last couple of weeks! It was said man who gad done the exact same thing 😂
We exchanged details, I made sure he was okay and, after a few more words, we both went our separate ways.
I honestly thought that was going to be the low point of my day.
How wrong I was.
My Monday group are usually my best group, but today they were anything but! Whether they could sense my anxiety, pick up on the tension in the air, or simply decide that today was the perfect day to test every ounce of my patience, I honestly couldn’t tell you.
They were so challenging today. 🙈
Some of them had to stay on leads for their time out because they were just not listening at all.
Eventually, I managed to get everyone packed away and thought, right… surely that’s enough excitement for one Monday.
Then my phone went off.
I picked it up, expecting nothing more than an ordinary message.
Instead, I read:
“Hi hun, hope you are well. Unfortunately, Barclay is going to be PTS this afternoon…”
And my heart just sank.
💔
I genuinely didn’t think today could hurt any more than it already had.
But that message broke me.
Because suddenly, the dented van, the accident, the stress, the difficult dogs… none of it mattered anymore.
All I could think about was Barclay.
So, without even thinking twice, I went straight to his house.
I wanted to see him one last time.
I wanted to give him one final hug.
One final kiss.
One final chance to tell him just how incredibly loved he was.
And saying goodbye to him was, without a doubt, the hardest part of this already awful day.
There are some dogs who come into your life and leave paw prints on your heart that simply never fade.
Barclay was one of those dogs.
He wasn’t just another dog on my route.
He was Barclay.
A beautiful boy who became part of my days, part of my routine, and, without me even realising it, part of my heart.
The hardest thing about loving animals is that, one day, we have to say goodbye. And no matter how many times you go through it, I don't think your heart ever learns how to make that goodbye hurt any less.
We are going to miss him more than I can put into words.
People always say, 'when life give you lemons, make lemonade.' So tonight, rather than trying to find the lemonade in all these lemons, I think I’ll pour myself a rather large, very strong G&T. 🍸
And I’ll raise my glass to you, our beautiful boy.
To all the walks.
All the cuddles.
All the kisses.
All the little moments that I’ll now treasure even more because they’re memories.
Thank you for letting us be part of your life, Barclay.
Thank you for being you.
You were loved more than you will ever know, and you will be missed more than words could ever explain.
Run free now, gorgeous boy. 🌈🐾
Go find all your friends, chase those endless fields, and wait for us.
Until we meet again. ❤️
Cheers to you, Barclay.
You were one very special boy, and you will never, ever be forgotten. 🥂🐾❤️