A sad memory…

GOD Himself will be with them and be their God and God will wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there won’t be anymore

death,

sorrow,

crying,

pain.

The above will no longer exist!!!!

Revelations 21 : 4 Sandy’s elongated expression as our hearts ❤ and prayers🙏🏻 are for the people of Turkey and Syria.

I have tried to write this three times as it is part of my memory of “rebuilding” the cottage. By taking the key to unlock a carefully secured part of my mind has made present sadness more sharp, but I would like to do it as Pachlan Purdy deserves to be remembered for the faithful friend she was to us during the early years of our marriage.

Pachlan Purdy was a dog with charm: she had tea with my mum, accompanied me through the early stages of child birth, slept under the pram, walked along side the McClaren push chair, played grab the sock ever so gently with our son and followed us constantly as we had different workmen in the house.

It was later the way she was following me that made me aware something was wrong. It was slower, a little downcast and with a ‘do you really have to be so busy?’ look in her eyes. I took her to the vet. Antibiotics were prescribed. The days past. She wasn’t eating only drinking. I took her back to the vet. They wanted to keep her in and observe her. They did. They operated. I never saw her again.

An explanation. Pachlan Purdy always presented us with a gift when we returned home. The wash box lid left open provided this or an item of clothing left out, a personal item that smelt of you, was brought and left at your feet. A sweet gesture. However, she also picked up stones. This is what the vet found causing an obstruction. She went to sleep while under anaesthetic. A beautiful, loved dog of seven years old.

In looks she was liver and white.

Her hair shiny, soft and wavy with a distinctive natural curl on the top of her head. A Springer spaniel with a love for the field opposite the cottage and with all that was being done in the cottage it was a good place to be.

“Dogs die.

But dogs live, too. Right up until they die, they live.

They live brave, beautiful lives.

They protect their families. And love us, and make our lives a little lighter, and they don’t waste time being afraid of tomorrow.” Dan Gemeinhart 1978 (German American former elementary teacher. He is a writer for young readers.)

Thank you for reading this post.

Sandy 🙂