Peter Goers

I kissed the ground.

And it left me, of course, for many, many years with a terrible fear of flying, I think understandably.

which was cured by bungee jumping in Surfers Paradise.

It cured me of my fear of flying, which was a great mercy.

But that worked?

It worked.

Yes, it worked because I bungee jumped twice and I was about to get on, two hours later I was on a plane to come back to Adelaide and I was about to take a cocktail of sedatives and I thought, I've just leapt out of thin air with a rubber band.

And it cured my fear of flying.

Of course, because dogs always know death, don't they?

And I adored that dog, my mother's dog.

Did Snowy grieve as well?

Of course, for quite a while until Snowy finally realised that she was living with me and we became inseparable.

You grieve together.

We grieve together.

And losing that dog some years later of cancer was in a way even harder than losing two parents.

Extraordinary.

Because I think that dog was the last of them.

It was the last contact with them.

And I associated that dog very much with them.

Tell me how Snowy saved your life one night.