A strange and sad week
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.
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.
Her big amber eyes stare straight into those of the person who, perhaps, holds her future in their hands. She’s just a year old and stands on wobbly legs, one with a nasty, infected...
Albert Claude’s cousin Chester is staying and play is order of the day. Happy dogs playing is a joy and privilege to witness.
I am soon heading to the UK to join friends at the biggest ever All About Dogs Show in Newbury Showground. Held over two days – Easter Sunday and Monday, 17-18 April – the...
Albert Claude is way off in the distance, a dark grey blur against the frosted brightness of the winter field. I’m useless at judging distance but at a guess, he’s probably a hundred or...
It’s 8.30am and I’m staring at a small, white plastic pot on the kitchen counter. In it are 120 food supplements. One hundred and twenty days worth. Four months. It’ll be spring by the...
After a sudden, short and devastating illness, Renae died on Christmas Eve. Sadness consumes Michel and I as we struggle to accept our incomprehnesible loss. But accept we must and for the sake of...
It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun rise. Cold, beautiful and quiet. A...
There’s a bustle about Cerise this morning. She bounced off the bed at 7.30 a.m. as I was still sipping my coffee. She came around and sat herself on the cream sheepskin rug at...