Yep, it’s a mess out front but my back is bad at the mo.
One year ago tonight I took Bree on her last car ride.
It’s been a long, bad year. Other than that horrible night I’ve not mourned her, pushing everything down deep.. so far down I couldn’t feel anything. Then a week ago I was cleaning the house, listening to music (some of us dinosaurs still have iPods!) and James Taylor’s Never Die Young started. I didn’t notice, until he sang “…take the sky, forsake the moon…”. And I collapsed into a weeping rag. You could have done anything to me at that moment; I was immersed in grief, not reality.
Younghaven’s Take the Sky, a.k.a. ‘Breagha’
Guess you’re really gone. At least I can cry for you now. I will forever miss you and forever look for you everywhere, as if you’re only just out of sight.
What’s really funny is that I can never get her belly hair, so it’s always wafting away down there… along with some of the foot hair because Queen Daisy is a diva and doesn’t want her feet touched.
They’re long overdue for a nail trim, but the vet has just begun to let owners come in with their pets.
Daisy Maisy Dixie Grace turned 13 today. She had a lovely day, full of treats, walkies and a turn at the front window where she waited for debbil cat to show up so she could bark at him.
(sigh) Complete with sticky green things in her hair. Funny girl.
Happy Birthday, Little.
…for the FedEx truck! Or Amazon, or UPS… well, you get the picture.