The WORST morning EVER!! Please tell me it wasn't my fault!

Crikey ..... I feel sooooo bad and soooooooo sad!!!!   The day started off good. Dad's away in Sydney but Mum got up nice and early and we headed off to the beach. When we got there it was still good!!  There was only one other person on the beach but that was still good because she had two of my best beach buddies with her. Portia, a blue standard poodle and Meg, a beautiful, gentle Golden Retriever. The person, an older lady (but not as ancient as Mum) did not own Meg. She just collected her a few mornings a week to take her to the beach for HER owner, an old lady even MORE ancient than my Mum (if that's possible). Meg's owner is devoted to Meg. Meg is her reason for waking up every morning. Now comes the BAD part!!  When I saw them I took off at a rate of knots as per usual and Portia, as per usual, took off after me. We ran up into the dunes ..... we ran back down onto the beach ..... we ran up into the dunes ..... we ran back down onto the beach. Meg, as usual, watched us with glee in her eyes but, as per usual, waited until we had calmed down a bit before she came in for a bit of a run. Now Portia and I know this routine well and to make Meg happy we have a bit of a romp with her. This we did before heading off for another run into the dunes. Mum said Meg started to follow us, albeit at a slower pace, when all of a sudden she went down like a ton of bricks. Mum and the other lady ran to her and did everything they could but Meg was dead. They tried CPR to the best of their abilities but nothing happened. She was gone!!  Please God ...... it wasn't my fault WAS IT??????  Poor Mum and the other lady. The tide was coming in and Meg fell quite close to the waters edge. They were down on the sand trying to help Meg and a big wave got them big time so along with everything else they were soaking wet. As was Meg!!  I somehow think Meg would have liked that. After all she was a Golden retriever and they all, including Meg, LOVE the water, aye??  It was a very big walk, uphill, to the carpark from where we were and we had to get Meg back to the car and we were still the only people on the beach. Mum did ring Portia's Mum's husband and he was on his way but there is no way he could carry Meg. He was ancient too. Mum ran back to our car and got a big tarp out of the back. Thank goodness Dad is a builder, aye, and goes nowhere without a tarp in tow? They managed to get Meg onto the tarp, when to EVERYONE's relief, a young able bodied man arrived with his dog and they managed to get Meg off the beach and back to the carpark. Mum and I picked up everyone's belongings and we too headed off the beach. Portia's Mum and Dad then had the horrible task of going and telling Meg's owner what had happened. Meg was only 5 years old AND to make matters even worse Meg's owner's previous Golden retriever also died at 5 and in the same manner. But at home ..... not on the beach.

This was the only picture Mum took. She didn't have time for pictures. You can't really see but the dog is  Portia and the man and lady on the right are carrying Meg (in the tarpaulin sling between them) back to the carpark.

Not the best morning at the beach, aye??  I sure hope Portia and I didn't make it happen. I feel sooooooo bad and soooooo sad.  Please God ..... I don't think it was my fault!!
The WORST morning EVER!!

Wanna run ... Love, Charlie.