It’s been so long since I last ‘blogged’ – we lost a baby Alpaca last June – 6 weeks old and it knocked the stuffing out of me…then yesterday our precious almost 20 year old Burmese cat was killed by a dog visiting us…now, that has really knocked me for 6.
What started out as a glorious, let’s have lunch in the sunshine ended in drama, tears and heartbreak…for those families who’s son’s, husbands, lovers, brothers that got into the vehicle in Afghanistan as a normal days work, a split second changed their lives too…my thoughts are with them.
Wool in my mouth, churning stomach and bad bowels is where I am, blinding headache and a tear every now & then just sliding down my cheek without any warning.
How this could have happened to Harriett is still beyond my understanding…I’m past the shock, I think I’m half way through the grief stage as I felt a flicker of anger earlier.
My little magic circle of oldies has been broken, a Lilac Burmese almost 20, a little rescue dog over 20 plus our poodle cross 14 …our vet laughs at me and says I came to you for advice for the nursing of old animals…for Harry to be killed in her own home by a visiting dog is so terribly unacceptable and difficult to come to terms with…but it was her home – I should have locked her away, but she wanted to be with the party, a cat incredibly in control and understood dogs…after all she lived with 5 and was the boss…all she did was walk past and the big dog lunged…took his master over, broke a chair, glasses etc. and that was it.
I’m hoping by writing this and seeing it in black & white it will slow the flashbacks…in the meantime we will bury her this afternoon and no doubt I will cry some more…