When a pot of pills is more than it looks
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...
Tagged: bereavement
Renae ‘one in a million’
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 Rained on Twinkle’s Last Morning
After days of heatwave the morning Twinkle died it was raining. The irony wasn’t wasted on me. When she arrived in our life in February 2013 she had a phobic response to rain. Her...
I Can Write What I Can’t Say
Even when my heart is dark and heavy, weighed down by grief at Twinkle’s death I smile at the joy radiating from the brother she’s left behind.
Honouring Rufus and Fabio
Last weekend saw the UK’s picturesque Peak District host the 8th Annual Schnauzer Walk. It’s always a great event, kept simple and focussed. A fun gathering of schnauzers, their friends and families with a...
Remembering Marnie
In the early hours of Sunday morning the world lost a beautiful dog. In the few years she lived outside of the puppy farm, Marnie touched the hearts of all who came to love...
Freeing the words by sharing the sorrow
I’m caught in a phase of my life where loss and mourning, accompany me a little too tightly for my liking. Despite writing about my life with our dogs, I am at heart, a...
“As music is present yet you can’t touch it”
“As music is present yet you can’t touch it” – this line from Pulitzer prize winning poet Mary Oliver’s poem The First Time Percy Came Back which remembers her beloved dog Percy jumped from...