Oh elba, thank you, it's a bit daft really, it's the second anniversary of losing LittleLab. She was a rescue who had been beaten so badly before I got her. Broken jaw, eye socket, leg, ribs and spirit. Then they starved her. She was scared of any loud voices, and took refuge half way up the stairs if she felt overwhelmed.
She turned into the most loving, loyal little beastie who took joy in taking my coat, or scarf or gloves to her bed. She was so grateful for everything, she loved having a loving family around her. She died so suddenly. She had a splenic mass which ruptured. It came out of nowhere, she had been x-rayed and blood tested merely 5 weeks before and everything had been fine. One day happy and wagging, the next morning I lost her. I was the centre of her world (and she mine) and life just hasn't been the same since.
She got me through some dark, dark days, we used to head for the river where we could spend happy, quality time. Sometimes I would sing to her, sometimes I would tell her all my troubles. I was never happier just watching her being happy and free, paddling in the sunshine. After I broke my leg and we started going out for walks again, she walked so carefully and slowly to match me. I loved her so much and still miss her dreadfully.
With GentleLab we knew and could prepare, it wasn't easy but we could accept it. I never had children, they got every ounce of love I had to give.
It's been a hard day, but I'm almost there. My little terrorist has kept me going, mainly because I have to entertain her so much and partly because she keeps me busy repairing her bed time and time again
Wishing you the sweetest of dreams elba, may you have a peaceful night's rest, I will see you in the morning, xx