Let us not forget 22 year old Sarah
Cafferkey who was murdered by Steven James Hunter on 10 November 2012. We are
satisfied that Hunter will now die behind bars, keep in mind, he had earlier
served a prison sentence for a previous murder and was released to kill again.
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From an early age Sarah Cafferkey had an
independent streak. Source: Supplied
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We, the comrades of Unit 1012: The
VFFDP, will post this article to remember how Sarah Cafferkey lived on this
earth and treasure her memories.
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Sarah
Cafferkey: the girl you never had a chance to know
November 25, 2012
SHE loved anything pink, fluffy and
sparkly but most all she loved her black labrador Sprocket. MICHELLE AINSWORTH
reports on the life of Sarah Cafferkey - one of too many young women to be
murdered in Melbourne recently.
SHE loved to run, to sweat it out
against the state's best in track events.
But when bubbly teen Sarah Cafferkey
shed her athletics gear and the stinky joggers her friends always teased her
about, she donned something pink. Or fluffy. Or sparkly.
Preferably all three, as in the
image below, captured when Sarah was about 14.
Her mother, Noelle Dickson, says the
photo epitomises her baby girl - happy, smiling, energetic.
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Sarah
Cafferkey in her mum's favourite photo.
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Which is why she'll ensure friends and
family are all given a copy at her daughter's funeral this week.
SPROCKET, Sarah's black labrador, has
been waiting for her to come home.
But her mistress hasn't returned to
snuggle under the doona after one of her part-time pub shifts or take her pet
for a run around their favourite track, an oval near their Bacchus Marsh home.
Much like Dorothy and Toto in The Wizard of Oz - which
Sarah adored and could recite almost word for word - she and Sprocket were near
inseparable.
The gentle hound arrived on the scene
two years ago, and made herself at home in the townhouse Sarah and her mum
shared.
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Sarah Cafferkey's
beloved dog Sprocket. Picture: Mark Stewart Source: Sunday Herald Sun
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Pet toys litter the floor of Sarah's
car, and the handbrake has obvious teeth marks. The silver Astra has
personalised "OOHSEZ" number plates - pink, naturally, an 18th
birthday present from Noelle.
Mum and daughter had been a tight unit
since Sarah's father moved to Queensland when she was a toddler.
From early on Sarah had an independent
streak. Even as a primary school kid, she'd tie her own shoelaces and make her
own lunch.
But lately Sarah was really growing
up. Last year she split with the high-school sweetheart she'd dated since she
was about 15, and began exploring other friendships.
"I never asked where she was
going or questioned what she was doing," Noelle said. "She was
22."
AN asthma sufferer, Sarah had long
hoped her body wouldn't let her down.
After years of sudden, unexplained
attacks in which her lungs collapsed, she was diagnosed with acute bronchial
spasms at age 15.
The spasms would leave her gasping for
air and almost always required an urgent trip to hospital.
"She would never tell anybody
what was wrong with her ... that would hold her back a lot but she never played
on it," Noelle said.
"She never wanted people to know
about it (the attacks). She wasn't that sort of person at all."
The attacks often came when she was at
school or on her way to work, leaving her stranded on the side of the road.
She once had an attack while driving
to her old job at a wedding-dress shop and was rushed to hospital in an
ambulance.
"The first thing she said when
she came good was, 'I'm going to get the sack, I'm going to get the sack'. She
was crying because she was going to get the sack and she was beside
herself," Noelle said.
It was the fear of an asthma attack
that worried Noelle when Sarah didn't come home on Saturday, November 10.
Was her only daughter stranded on the
side of the road unable to get help?
THE last time Noelle saw Sarah was the
previous night. By Sunday, police were called and the search for her began.
As the days went on with no word from
Sarah, Noelle became worried. It wasn't the unused phone or bank account that
really alarmed her, it was Sprocket.
"Got to get home to my baby
girl," Sarah used to write on her Facebook page when she was out.
Only this time, she didn't.
Police believe Sarah met Steven James
Hunter, 47, some time on November 10.
The Facebook friend returned to his
house in Bacchus Marsh, the town Sarah had called home all her life, where he
allegedly stabbed her multiple times.
Hunter allegedly drove Sarah's car,
with the beloved pink number plates, to a street in Maribyrnong to dump it.
The next day he allegedly moved
Sarah's body to a near-new rental house in Point Cook, where her body was found
in a wheelie bin almost a week later.
In this sprawling housing estate, full
of first-home buyers and immigrant families starting new lives, Sarah's came to
an end.
ON a typical Saturday, Sarah would
have loaded Sprocket into the car to visit friends for drinks and by evening
she would inevitably end up at a party.
"She was a party girl,"
Noelle said. "Wherever there was a party she would be there and she was
the life of the party."
If she wasn't out or with Sprocket,
she was often working at the Golden Fleece Hotel in Melton, where regulars
adored her bubbly nature. She loved that job, Noelle said, and her circle of
friends had grown with it.
Sarah had enrolled in a TAFE legal
studies course this year but deferred.
Her first love still hoped on some
level they'd reconnect. He wrote a poignant message to his "bu bu" on
her Facebook page last week.
"From the day I met you in the
grandstand at Madingly (sic) Oval almost 10 years ago and along the path of
life we decided to walk together (we formed) a love like I could have never
imagined ... but 'bu bu' baby, looks like I gotta take this stroll on my
own."
He is one of hundreds of people who,
upon hearing of Sarah's tragic death, have turned to social media to pay
tribute.
Friends universally recount how much
she loved helping others, and only saw good in people.
One friend reminisced about carefree
high school days and "the girl who would pick herself up every single time
she fell down".
"She is irreplaceable. Unique.
Beautiful in every way. Loyal," the post reads.
On Sarah's own old MySpace page, long
since forgotten, with pink flowers in the background and a cheeky photo of her
she uploaded long ago, she wrote the lyrics to her then-favourite song: "I
never thought I'd die alone. I laughed the loudest who would have known?"
SARAH'S passion for running came
naturally, without special running spikes or training, just she and a green
oval with white painted lines.
She used to go there with her mum for
what they called a "family day out".
Noelle returns to her baby's
"stomping ground" every day now, to take Sprocket for a run. And to
think.
She watches Sarah's baby chase after
the ball, and remembers the times when her own baby girl used to run the same
tracks. Happy, smiling, energetic.
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