Good day to you all
Bloggets. It’s a rather odd day today for me. I had to be out of the house
before quarter to nine so I came downstairs, put on my coat and shoes as had to
let Wagga in the garden before we left and no way I was going to go out without
a coat.
So, in winter Jack Frost visits us with his wintery coat of
snow, ice and wild winds. Well, he left and moved on to another country but
sadly his cousin is here Colin Cutter. Seriously just to step out there today
was like being cut and having your wounds open to the elements. My teeth were
chattering as I walked Wagga to the dog run.
Back in our house, I turned the heating on. As I closed the
back door, it was like being cuddled by a giant lovable bear. Oh, I didn’t want
to go out, but needs must. As I entered the living room, the sound of silence
hit me. I though can’t see a thing, looked to the left of the window as if I
could see, and in my mind as I looked, of course, no cage was there. Oh how I
miss my little canary. He was Irish you know?
Now those of you who think I am mad, I shall confirm your
feelings with those who know, I am mad. During the night, to which I didn’t
sleep at all, I heard a bang like a bin lid. Where our poor canary Dean ended
up being buried. Then, a higher pitched sound higher than our bird, but a bird
for sure. He tweeted as if in panic and then nothing. It was about four in the
morning. I’m sure it was just a cat pouncing on a poor bird, but who knows?
Could it have been our Dean letting me know he was flying free now with the
angels? I doubt it, but having said that my first guide dog Hannah, AKA Black
Beauty, definitely came back, as did my first pet dog Kara she came back for
weeks.
I’m so tempted to get another bird. My darling Hub wants me
to. He said last night that the house has lost its soul. Sounds silly to most
of you I know. But he was my white noise. As I have said before the radio gets
on my nerves I’m not the kind of person that can have it on in the background
as I listen to it with great care and concentration and if there is talking I don’t
just listen to the words/interview, but I have to analyse the person’s mind set…
Odd. That is me. If it is music, or singing I’m a huge critic of that too. But
Dean, was just a sweet sound that I didn’t have to study.
Even when he wasn’t singing, he would walk around his cage
like a gentle clock of time. Tick tick, his little feet would go. He was
calming, that is what he was. There will never be another one, even if I
replace the bird, he, was himself and a real character.
I had to call the big office to get some information sent
and bless one of the members of staff who is a friend of mine too, she was so
lovely as were my friends on my social network. He was a pet, no matter how small.
We have now lost three members of our loving pet family in
twenty months. My first guide dog BB, Hubs wonderful guide dog LC and now Dean.
Moving onto a bigger beastie girl, not that she is big, but
Wagga. As she guided me today, she was really good. Coming back was a
challenge, but not disastrous. And in the buildings today she was brilliant. It
was windy but not enough to be a blind person’s fog. I still could hear. It was
bitter cold though.
On my return, I was exhausted. Put all my paperwork away and
took off my coat. Put on the kettle and had a soothing cup of tea. Waggs is so
quiet today, after her huge walk yesterday where June told me both dogs ran
their little socks off but Waggs kept going under a tree and laying down until
she caught her breath. Each time the gate opened onto the field, both our dogs
ran to see who was coming on next and if he or she would be a nice friend to
play with. Knowing waggatail, most likely to see what the dog or human was
carrying, and if it was round and if they were going to throw it for her.
Going to start dinner now. Not sure what I will cook yet see
what I feel like doing as I enter the kitchen. I feel like a home made broth
its that cold. Also soup makes you feel better I feel.
Until later with love as always. X
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