It all started when my dad moved out, and took Fergus with him.
He then lived on a farm for roughly a year, and in that time, my dad
didnt take good care of him, or watching where he goes and such.
He wouldnt watch him, then go look for him and Fergus would be running on
a train bridge thats veary close to wear he lived.
On the final day, Fergus was outside playing at night, just running around with another dog
called Diesle (dont know how to spell it, but who cares?)
who lives on the same farm. He then ran out on the road, and was hit by
a white car, but I don't know the make and model of it.
The next morning, my dad phoned the house, and my mum answerd.
In about 5 minutes, she called me from the other side of the house to go into her room.
hen I seen her, first thing I thought was that someone in the family had died,
close enough. My mum told me to sit down, then I knew something was wrong.
I can't remember what she said exactly, but it was something like this:
"Last night, Fergus was hit by a car"
And that wasn't fair on her having to tell me, when my dad
should have spoke to me instead of making my mum tell me herself,
when Fergus was really her dog. And she's also the one who named him.
Straight after that, I started up the computer, scanned the six pictures
to your left, and uploaded them and quickly made this page:
www.geocities.com/FERGUS_mallan_4EVA and went to my room and just layed down
for probly an hour or so.


Then one day I got pi$$ed off, and now when im 16, im goin to change my name from mallan to Campbell.