There was only one thing that stood out in the first Midnight Mass I had been to for many many years was and this throw away gem was hidden in the middle of the service. Its simple for every single minute of every day -
“Only One Gift Is Necessary”
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Offline Writing
A quick test to see if I can write off line and then post at a later date when I have an internet connection.
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Lucy Liu
Its been a couple of days since Lucy left for her new home now and I miss her. I know its the best thing for her, to be with someone who will be able to look after her properly as her hips get worse and she needs more care. That doesn't stop it hurting.
I miss her most in the morning. Everyday at 07.30 we'd get up, she'd bounce out of the lounge, say hello by jumping up and nosing me and then rushing to the end of the landing - as if I'd go out naked. Having been to the toilet and getting dressed you'd hear her almost fall down the stairs with excitement and she'd already be waiting by the front door looking up at me. The same expectant look on her face. We'd then walk down to the river, possibly chasing, ducks, seagulls or geese. Or all three. Watching her walk in front of me over the last few months I have also become increasing sad as its very apparent she can't go on long walks in the countryside or to the beach, which she so loved to do. Walk over she'd struggle back up the stairs and stand by the kitchen door. Look at me and then look in again. Look at me and then look in again. Breakfast would then be served after which she'd sprawl out across the hall to let it settle nicely.
Time will heal I know. I have lots of fab photo's, paw prints and wonderful memories to replay and re-live. She's on a new adventure with new sights, sounds, smells and love. Something she can tell her grand-pups all about one day (not that she can have any). Born in India, flown half way around the world, sniffing a plethora of new smells in the English countryside on long walks, and now .... well that's to be written isn't it.
x x x
I miss her most in the morning. Everyday at 07.30 we'd get up, she'd bounce out of the lounge, say hello by jumping up and nosing me and then rushing to the end of the landing - as if I'd go out naked. Having been to the toilet and getting dressed you'd hear her almost fall down the stairs with excitement and she'd already be waiting by the front door looking up at me. The same expectant look on her face. We'd then walk down to the river, possibly chasing, ducks, seagulls or geese. Or all three. Watching her walk in front of me over the last few months I have also become increasing sad as its very apparent she can't go on long walks in the countryside or to the beach, which she so loved to do. Walk over she'd struggle back up the stairs and stand by the kitchen door. Look at me and then look in again. Look at me and then look in again. Breakfast would then be served after which she'd sprawl out across the hall to let it settle nicely.
Time will heal I know. I have lots of fab photo's, paw prints and wonderful memories to replay and re-live. She's on a new adventure with new sights, sounds, smells and love. Something she can tell her grand-pups all about one day (not that she can have any). Born in India, flown half way around the world, sniffing a plethora of new smells in the English countryside on long walks, and now .... well that's to be written isn't it.
x x x
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