Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Remembering
It's a beautiful day today. The sun is shining, fluffy white clouds are scudding across the sky and the temperature is encouraging. So encouraging that I felt the urge to go and do a bit of work in the sadly neglected garden.
I mowed the lawn, tidied up the few plants we have, brushed the patio, as I did last year and the year before.
But this time, there is no Lucy pottering around behind me, flopping down on the patio, watching my every move.
I sat on the bench and listened to the birds, felt the warmth of the sun and thought of Lucy.
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I too felt the same today about our sadly deceased (killed by a speeding car last November) Ginger Familiar - a fluffy ginger cat.
The garden's not the same without her.
They may 'only' be animals, but they make a big difference, to us, don't they?
Sounds like a perfect day Jenny. I'm certain Lucy would have been there in spirit :)
Happy Easter to yourself and Keith :o)
This is the first time I have read your blog, so I don't know the story of Lucy, but I guess she died sometime recently. She is beautiful. The very sight of her brought a tear to my eye.
They certainly do, Blue Witch. It's three months since she died but I do really miss her.
Thanks, Michelle and happy Easter to you and A. too.
Timorous Beastie - it's nice to have you visit. Lucy was an elderly rescue dog whom I adopted when off with stress a few years ago. She hated the rescue centre and I always said that we helped each other through depression!
Maybe it's the time of year, but we spent some of our recent walk talking about how much our late dog, Bingo, would have enjoyed it there.
For me I think it was the fact of doing something for the first time since Lucy had gone. (Says a lot about my gardening!)
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