Woof! Woof! Our Border Collie, Mist, wagged her tail, frantically.
‘Time for walkies,’ I cooed.
‘I’ll take her out,’ my husband, Robin, 44, said, opening the front door.
Mist, 4, bounded out, before sitting patiently in the driveway, waiting for him.
Always obedient, she was also a little anxious - a characteristic of her breed.
Now, waving Robin and Mist off, I settled down to watch telly.
But a few minutes later, I heard a screech of tyres, followed by a desperate cry for help.
‘Call the vet, a car’s hit Mist!’ Robin yelled.
Grabbing my mobile, I sprinted out into the road.
Mist was lying on the tarmac, blood covering her legs, her breathing laboured.
Spooked by something
‘My poor baby’, I sobbed.
Mist was transferred to Langford veterinary…
