Stretching down I grabbed her collar, but she scrabbled, plunging us twenty metres onto jagged, inaccessible rocks below.
Badly broken, my screams matched those of swooping seagulls, but Bonnie appeared uninjured, spooning into me to offer comfort.
In time someone might discover her. Rainwater filled rock pools; she just needed food.
With my final breath I gave her permission.
‘Enjoy your meal, Bonnie Lass.’
Her survival instinct would eventually kick in.