Dexter the dog returns St Agnes RNLI to say thank you to lifeboat volunteers
Dexter and his owner came to St.Agnes RNLI Lifeboat Station today (2March), to thank some of his rescuers in person.
On 22 November 2018 Dexter and his owner, Mark, went out for a walk along the cliff path near Portreath
This is Mark's story from that dreadful day (Credit; MCGA):
'Having parked at the beach car park in Portreath I got myself kitted up to go on a 15km walk along the coastal path and then returning inland to return to the car via the fields and inland streams. On this occasion Dexter (my springer spaniel) and I only managed to get 1km from the Portreath beach.
We climbed what must have been some 80m and then reached the plateau on the top of the cliffs. We were 20 meters from the cliff edge and Dexter’s recall is so good, I considered the risk of the cliff quite low. However I never took into account what he would do if a large bird flew up in front of him and disappeared over the edge of the cliff. With hindsight Dexter should have been on a lead because the sight of such a bird allowed for a red mist to descend over Dexter and he careered straight after it. All my calling and shouting in that very instant could not stop what happened next . . . .Dexter disappeared over the edge of the cliff!
In blind panic, I ran to the cliff's edge hoping that there would be a ledge but there was a sheer drop of over 70 meters to the beach below. Dexter’s body was lying on the beach at the bottom of the cliffs sprawled and unmoving. The feelings are hard to describe. My heart felt so heavy at the realisation of what had just happened. My Dexter, my unquestioning best mate who I had brought up from being 8 weeks old had ended his life in a split second rush to the brain in the hope of “bringing up” a bird (ultimately doing what he was trained to do). He had had a tough introduction to life as he had a detached retina in his left eye and therefore no visibility. His life ended far too soon!
Knelt on the soft grass at the top of this cliff, I was lost as to what to do next. I called my parents and I was ready to walk back to the car but they said that his body had to be recovered and to call 999. Immediately I felt so irresponsible to even have to make the call to the emergency services for what was completely my fault. I took a photo of him lying motionless on the beach as I needed something to cling on to and remind me of my idiocy of not following the code of walking dogs along the cliffs.
I was just about to call 999 when there was movement from below. First Dexter’s head moved a little. Then he raised himself up on his front legs and the back legs followed. His hind quarters looked very weak and shaky. He walked slowly towards the sea and the wash lapped over his paws. He walked back towards the base of the cliffs and curled up on the sand. I truly thought this is where he had chosen to end everything. I thought he must have been in such pain.
I called 999 and was connected to HM Coastguard. The operator managed to pin point my location through my mobile phone and he assured me someone would be there shortly.
Dexter had not moved. The Coastguard - H. M. Coastguard Portreath Cliff Rescue Team and St Agnes Coastguard Search & Rescue Team - and arrived within 20 minutes - quite an incredible response time. There must have been 10 of the team on site in this super quick time - ashamedly all for me and Dexter. They got me back from the cliff’s edge and took control. They placed anchors at the top of the cliff and with lines attached and a pair of binoculars looked down at the beach below. One of the team ran towards me and asked how close Dexter had been to the base of the cliff. He had been about 1.5m away and he said the good news was that it looked like he had moved right up close to the base of the cliff. The words that are imprinted in my mind were “there is still hope”.
Due to the height of the cliffs and more so their unsafe and crumbly nature, the coastguard decided to call the St Agnes RNLI Lifeboat to ride up onto the beach and pick Dexter up. I was driven down to the harbour at Portreath to take Dexter and if still alive and get him straight to the vets.
I had a vet in Truro ready to receive Dexter and with the post code programmed into my satnav, I waited with Colin and Mark from the Coastguard at the harbour. News came over the radio that I would have to be collected and taken to the beach because Dexter was not allowing the RNLI team to collect him. Then word came through that they had him and the next thing I see is a small high powered dinghy approaching between the harbour walls at Portreath and as the dinghy hit the sand on the beach, one of the crew jumped out followed by Dexter on a lead! How did he manage this?
Dexter was clearly in shock and disoriented as he did not really notice me. He did eventually trot over to me. Immediately I could see that his bad eye was in really bad shape, he had a nose bleed and some scratches/bruising. Other than this from external inspection, he seemed much better than I had ever thought possible. I carried him straight to the back of the car and placed him in his crate and placed a towel over him. Colin and Mark bid me farewell and Godspeed to the vets.
We arrived at Clifton Villa Veterinary Surgery only to be greeted by 4 vets who ran out to the car when they saw me arrive. Dexter was carried into the surgery in his crate. I explained what happened and they took my details and I left Dexter in their capable hands. I am not sure what was more difficult for them, dealing with Dexter or the wreck of the owner?
There followed the worst 36 hours I can recall in my life. I arrived back at the cottage where I had been staying. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt shattered and drained but just could not stop thinking about Dexter.
Gemma from the vets called. Dexter was comfortable and was under sedation and had pain killers administered. The good news was that miraculously he had no broken bones. Furthermore all his internal organs were fine . . . . apart from his lungs that had undergone quite severe bruising but it was not clear how much. The plan was to monitor him overnight and see what a new X-ray in the morning would show.
The night of the accident whilst Dexter was in the vets was one of the longest nights I can remember. I had decided to take Dexter back to my vets in Cheltenham, where they know him and I had better facilities at home to look after him if he made it that far. I had all my bags packed and the car ready to go. In the morning I had no appetite to eat anything. I cooked off some bacon and took one bite and was almost immediately sick. Tea was the only restorative. I got a bed ready for Dexter in his crate on the back seat of the car in readiness to drive him the 4 hours up the motorway to Dragon Vets in Cheltenham. I hoped he had got through the night - it was time to have positive thoughts.
I arrived at the vets and saw the senior vet Ruth who took me through to see Dexter. My main concern was that he had had such a shock and perhaps a bang to the head that he would not remember who I was. I had a tennis ball in my back pocket (his favourite toy). I walked in and although the tail did not wag, there was recognition. He looked bedraggled and was covered in patches of blood where he had ripped out his catheter. Ruth felt that he would be OK to make the journey and would issue a few more pain killers. When ready to move to the car, I went to the kennels and Dexter was on a lead scrambling to get out! I lifted him into the back of the car and his breathing was really laboured. He looked alert but also pretty sorry for himself.
We then started the drive up to Cheltenham. Simply having him with me in the back of the car was a huge comfort and I immediately calmed down. Whatever happened from now on in, Dexter was with me and I had more control.
After being on the road for 30 minutes, Dexter’s breathing calmed and he had good periods of sleep. Being in his crate, in the car, with classic fm must have felt a little more normal to him.
Arriving at Dragon Vets I carried Dexter in and he laid on the floor. He looked relatively alert but had little strength in his limbs. I had left the paperwork from the Truro vets in the car. One of the receptionists sat with Dexter and he lifted his head and looked at me as I went. There looked like an element of panic in his eye. When I returned he stood up and walked towards me with his tail gently wagging. He knew who I was for sure, so no further worries about him not knowing who I was.
I left Dex with the Dragon Vets team and within an hour I had had a call to say that the X-ray had shown positive results and the lung was looking better than the previous X-ray had done. They were therefore going to operate and remove Dexter’s bad eye. Two hours later and I received the amazing news that Dexter had made it through the operation and was recovering well.
I picked up a sore and disoriented Dexter at 18:30hrs that evening along with a selection of drugs. I bedded him down on an old duvet in his room at home and he slept soundly through the night. Although not through the ordeal as yet, as there were a few minor complications Dexter has come an awfully long way from the unmoving springer lying at the bottom of that 230 foot cliff.
If he isn’t the luckiest dog in the world, I don’t know one that could be!
What have I learnt?
That no one should ever walk a dog near cliffs off a lead however well trained you think they are.
That our emergency services are incredible people. The drive, professionalism, team work and dedication is humbling."
On Saturday 2nd March, Dexter and Mark came to the St.Agnes RNLI Lifeboat Station to say a personal thank you to members station of the rescue team who rescued Dexter from the beach at Western Cove, Portreath that day back in November 2018.
Mark commented 'Anyone who visits Cornwall and speaks to locals will hear tell of the dangers of the sea and the beautiful yet rugged landscape of the coast. Especially rip tides, strong currents, unpredictable tides and not to mention the dangers of the cliffs.'
He then thanked the rescue teams by saying 'I am so grateful to the RNLI and the Coastguard who assist people in difficulty all around the coast of the UK especially when the reason for the assistance is so needless. All I had to do was to have had Dexter on a lead and this would never have happened and the brave men and women of the RNLI and the Coastguard would never have had to risk their lives. It has been a terrible experience that luckily ended well. There are many hundreds of incidences around our shores every year that do not end so well and in some cases end in human fatalities with the owners trying to save their beloved animals. I would send a plea out to all dog owners - no matter how well you think your dog is trained, there is no excuse to have them off their leads near coastal cliffs.
I would like to say an especially big thank you to the St Agnes RNLI who my family will always hold dear for what they did'.
On this occasion there was a happy ending! Mark and Dexter were reunited and Dexter was extremely luck to only suffer very minor bruising, but the RNLI would like to advise all Dog Owners to take extreme care when walking any dog along the cliff paths or fast moving water. Further advise can be found on the RNLI website: https://rnli.org/safety/choose-your-activity/coastal-walking/dog-walking
The RNLI launched to the aid of dogs 91 times in 2017 (RNLI).
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The RNLI charity saves lives at sea. Its volunteers provide a 24-hour search and rescue service around the United Kingdom and Republic of Ireland coasts. The RNLI operates over 238 lifeboat stations in the UK and Ireland and, in a normal year, more than 240 lifeguard units on beaches around the UK and Channel Islands. The RNLI is independent of Coastguard and government and depends on voluntary donations and legacies to maintain its rescue service. Since the RNLI was founded in 1824, its lifeboat crews and lifeguards have saved over 142,700 lives.