It’s My Birthday

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’

Silly girl.

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.

Fat Corgi, Nekkid Dachshund

…for Joanie!

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.

Happy 13 Daisy!

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.