Friday, 11 May 2012
We lost a devoted friend, faithful companion, light of our life and my second skin this week. We feel, at the moment, as if we will never get over it. She has been with us for nearly fifteen years and only once did she spend a week away when she stayed with her previous master, my youngest son whilst we went on holiday. If I remember right, I spent the week worrying about how she was getting on and she spent the same week fretting. We never left her again.
She was the gentlest of creatures. I have never known her to growl and she would take food from your hand so carefully you never knew she had had it.
What are we going to do without her.
If we go out we don't want to come home to an empty house. No welcome when we get up each morning. No dog hairs. No muddy roses on the floor. No walks down to the brook. No frolics through the woods outside the back gate. No more sneeking round to next door for an extra titbit.
I am not going to have another pet because it hurts far too much when you lose them.
How long does this hurt last? It feels like it will go on for ever.