THE CHESHIRE SET FLYBALL TEAM

We think Millie was nearing 16 when she sadly left us for Rainbow Bridge. She came to us, aged around 3, after having been beaten and starved plus she had to pee herself to have a drink as she had never been given drinking water. 

Raggy is now wrapped up nice and cosy in the garden with the rest of our Rainbow Bridge gang and as close as we could get her to our catties as she adored them.

Within her time with us has travelled the whole of the UK flyballing achieving all sorts of awards and trophies and in 2016 came out or retirement to compete with our Buzby at the European Championships in Ipswich representing Wales where they ran their little paws off. She was our little flyballing pocket rocket enteratining us by racing round the ring when she first went in like a whirling dervish and then cooling off between each leg in her bucket which came to be known as "Millie's Jacuzzi". I have Mill to thank for getting Ali into flyball as he used to get a buzz out of running her, can't think why it wasn't my Monty, the Mad Moo!!

Her antics always kept us amused and here are just a few.

We'd gone over to have a lovely walk along Cemaes Bay Headland but Millie had other ideas when we came across a herd of cows with a bull. Raggy decided she was going to take on this huge animal - barking and running in/ out of his legs, thankfully he was placid but she was standing her ground and he wasn't getting past her.

One evening after racing at the British Championships we decided to go for a relaxing walk by the canal there. We came to a gap in the reeds so Mill decided to have a drink and Gerty went up behind and pushed her in, as you can imagine she was not amused. On the way back Gert was having a sniff by the waters edge, so Raggy took her opportunity - ran full belt, side swiped her and yes Gert was in the drink

Again these 2 at a Mona flyball event, I let them off to stretch their legs and the pair of them decided to try and outrun each other. They legged it off parallell down the field, facing each other so not looking where they were going until BANG, into the bull bar of  parked up 4 x 4. My heart sunk but they just got up, quick shake and carried on where they'd left off.

Raggy Bag was possessed with cats and just loved and always wanted to be around them. She would tiptoe upstairs, creep round the corner to deliberately startle them if they were lounging in the sun. But one day Flosschops and Poppy were waiting, backed her into a corner with a pincer movement and pounced on her - well all hell broke loose with the 3 of them playfighting and chasing each other round the house.

She will hate me for telling you but she had a wonderful caring side to her hence our phrase Nurse Mill is on the case. Whenever any of our gang came back from having ops, she'd be straight there licking and cleaning their wounds and shadow them until they were back on their feet - I think she had an ulterior motive though because the quicker they were better the sooner she could get back to annoying them

There are so many tales I could share with you about our feisty little Tyke, she was truly unique.

Our scruff bag may have been little but boy she has left such a HUGE hole in our lives. Ali, I and the Gang are so lucky to have been able to have shared and been part of Millie's life. We are absolutely heart broken, sleep tight precious girl - you will ALWAYS be in our thoughts and our hearts.

Lou, Ali and the Gang