Self indulgent twaddle.
October 8th, 2008There is something about this time of year that catches the heart strings.
Various things are happening. There are people I love who are preparing to leave us and there are people I love who will be left behind. There are people I love who are in pain without relief. There are people I love dearly who are sad and lonely, who make me ashamed because I do not spare them more time. There are friends who thought the cancer had gone away, only to have the news cruelly broken. Today I saw the obituary of a lovely gentleman I met through work 5 years ago. He has died aged 91 and it has struck me strangely - he was a good, kind man and 91 was too soon for him to go.
There is something about this time of year.
These things will happen and life will roll on. If nothing else, I have learnt that there is sod all you can do about it except take it on the chin.
So. Moving on.
I have never formed a strong emotional attachment to an animal. We had a series of dogs when I was little but it was hard to relate to something that Grandma Mort was due to sell at the end of the week.The tropical fish were never a huge draw (and Grandma Mort poached them), the mynah bird would take your hand off at the wrist (and Grandma Mort sold it). The stick insects were short on character. I was fond of both the rabbits and felt sorry when they died. The hamster - too much like a mouse to be my best friend.
All that has now changed and I have a new man in my life.
“Hello Jerry Springer. My name is Mort’s Mom and I am in lurrve with my dog”.
Who would have thought it. I refer you to Mort’s blog for further details but I must insist that there has never been a cleverer, more handsome, more affectionate dog in the history of dogdom. I have said this and so it must be true. For those of you who are suffering, are sad or lonely, come to Shropshire and spend a while with our little dog sat on your knee.There was never so much unconditional love wrapped up in so small a package.