I haven’t blogged for ages. There are a few reasons for this. I’ve said goodbye to a few things. One of the most important (I paused but yes …) is my darling Shelbie. That little bundle of fur I met the week Jill Dando was so brutally shot; such bad things were happening when we brought her home and I promised her that her life would be happy and content and that she would be loved.
A few short happy laughter filled years later she fell down the stairs and damaged a disc in her back (not good for a dachshund) and life was never the same. It became apologies, damaged carpets and only having one person that would ever look after her if I went anywhere. Then she damaged another disc… and we got through it – just – for several years.
Then as you know stuff happened. I found myself leaving my home of 20 years (well the house I lived in) and what did I do with the 13 year old Shelbster? Who had stuck with me through everything? I made the hardest decision (thinks, yes) the HARDEST decision I’ve made and when I came to my new house I picked her ashes up from the vets who have looked after her from day one and when I was ready and with a really good friend I sprinkled them in the back garden and sobbed for the companion and the love I’d had but lost but it was time. Lindsay and I both agreed at the moment those ashes hit the lawn it was like Shelbie was wandering around snuffling happily.
Then …. oh heavens it’s not been good gang … cancer took my Auntie. Just as I was congratulating myself for being clear it took the person who had taught me to skip. She had a long life in which she was very much loved but from the same thing I had just dodged? That’s not fair to her. She was …. I wrote loads and just deleted it … she was Auntie and I thought she would always be there.
Part 2 to follow after we’ve all blown our noses.