Our treasured Blue Heeler has gone now too. Grew up here as the kids/familys best mate . They did not go out without Holly tagging along nipping at their push or motorbike bike tyres and yapping merrily. The boys fed her a Mars bar every day and lots of do do-gooders told them off as "that chocolate is a sure poison for your dog and she will die early!" We had her put down because of cancers and pain, but not enough even at the end for a lick of your hand . Holly was 19+ years old. She rests in peace in the middle of our old practice track block, now called Hollys Run.
