Time is strange
Exactly three years on from Angel joining our home and eleven months since Renae dying and my sense of time is weird.
Exactly three years on from Angel joining our home and eleven months since Renae dying and my sense of time is weird.
The first thing I wanted to do when I got back from my trip and long drive south was to walk the dogs. Not only to be with them, but to get out into the countryside I’ve come to love and call home.
It felt like no sooner had I left than I was back but in the days I was away my appreciation of Schnauzerfest supporters increased a million fold.
Yesterday was Michel’s birthday (and Albert Claude’s), and I said we were whipping out to a local restaurant with friends for lunch, which is a rare event for us. We don’t eat out much,...
July was busy with friends and family visting and lots of other good things. There were also some less than good things. This summer two friends have faced big health crises with ongoing ramifications....
Unexpected visitors combined with those planned with friends and family have scuppered my summer schedule. I’ve almost given up trying to stay on top of anything let alone everything.
Each summer I enjoy sharing photos of sunflowers on social media. If I do that this year it’ll be tinged with sadness. They’ll be a remindersof a terrible night for our local area.
The other day I managed to catch on camera Albert Claude and Cerise in a delirious moment of play. At least Cerise seemed delirious for a split second, Albert was just being Albert. It’s...
All the reading I do in the world won’t make pet loss any easier. But I’ll keep doing it for now as I find comfort in words and knowledge.
I know every dog is unique. But emotionally I couldn’t help myself fitting Cerise into my expectations. I should have known better.