“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while,
so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.”
Alex Tan
The last few days have been very strange without Wilma.
I am not use to being home alone as she was my little shadow.
Time will heal and remind us of the many many happy memories.
I have been talking to many people who were involved with Wilma and everybody is of the opinion that she had 7 happy years with us and I believe it too.
We had 7 incredible years with her and will know when the right dog comes along!
We will not try and replace Wilma, we couldn't.
ROOM IN YOUR HEART
Sorrow fills a barren space;
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh,
the love we shared, the bond we had,
the special way I needed you -
the friendship shared by just we two.
The day's too quiet, the world seems older,
the wind blows now a little colder.
You gaze into the empty air
and look for me, but I'm not there -
I'm in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.
I see little souls wearing fur,
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved -
I see all this and more above -
I watch them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch them die.
I see unwanted thousands born -
and when they die, nobody mourns.
These little souls wearing fur
(Some who bark and some who purr)
are castaways who - unlike me -
will never know love or security.
A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.
They're special too (furballs of pleasure),
filled with love and each one, a treasure.
My pain and suffering came to an end,
so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living -
those souls with fur
(some who bark and some who purr) -
And though our bond can't be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and
your heart.
--- Caro Schubert-James ---
Tuesday, October 27
Sunday, October 25
Earth to Earth!
Yesterday we buried Wilma in the garden.
We chose a spot, behind the hedge we see from the kitchen patio doors, adjacent to where Max's ashes are scattered.
Ofcourse it had to be the most deceiving plot of land we could have chosen.
Although the earth was soft due to the rain the green turf hid a mightly collection of rocks, bricks and large pebbles.
We started digging, Jon sweating as his spade bashed against yet more stones, I shovelled the earth away and be both cleared away the stones and made two heaps, one of soil the other of the stones.
When we had dug down a sufficient amount we stopped and put our spades to one side.
Jon carried Wilma out and carefully, lovingly placed her into the space.
We packed the stones around her and I was particularly careful to pack her newly pinned hip to support it as she prepared to run and play on her next beach.
I placed her favourite ball next to her, together with an apple, so the seeds of autumn one day may take root.
We said our few words and then we threw some soil over the stones and packed the space safely allowing Wilma to be comfortable.
She is facing the field where the horses run freely, just as Wilma will one day!
It was a hard task yet one which we both had to do.
It was appropriate that Wilma remained at home.
There will never be another Wilma and I do not want to try and even find one.
For now I want time to heal, space to think and time to remember!
We chose a spot, behind the hedge we see from the kitchen patio doors, adjacent to where Max's ashes are scattered.
Ofcourse it had to be the most deceiving plot of land we could have chosen.
Although the earth was soft due to the rain the green turf hid a mightly collection of rocks, bricks and large pebbles.
We started digging, Jon sweating as his spade bashed against yet more stones, I shovelled the earth away and be both cleared away the stones and made two heaps, one of soil the other of the stones.
When we had dug down a sufficient amount we stopped and put our spades to one side.
Jon carried Wilma out and carefully, lovingly placed her into the space.
We packed the stones around her and I was particularly careful to pack her newly pinned hip to support it as she prepared to run and play on her next beach.
I placed her favourite ball next to her, together with an apple, so the seeds of autumn one day may take root.
We said our few words and then we threw some soil over the stones and packed the space safely allowing Wilma to be comfortable.
She is facing the field where the horses run freely, just as Wilma will one day!
It was a hard task yet one which we both had to do.
It was appropriate that Wilma remained at home.
There will never be another Wilma and I do not want to try and even find one.
For now I want time to heal, space to think and time to remember!
Saturday, October 24
Wilma is at peace!
No more troubled moments or fear of others for our brave little soldier who died in her sleep early morning.
The one picture I can not get out of my mind is of her yesterday, huge stitches on her head, massive shaven leg and pelvis walking tentatively around the house using her arthritic leg as the main one, allowing the pinned hip to rest.
Even when she was lying down it was just as the vet had said he would want.
Last night after her tea Wilma wanted to go outside to eat grass.
Obviously in discomfort.
At one point she was lying between the greenhouse and the shed.
She came into the house but was obviously unsettled.
She dozed off and I did too.
I awoke at 3.30 and she had died in her sleep!
The one picture I can not get out of my mind is of her yesterday, huge stitches on her head, massive shaven leg and pelvis walking tentatively around the house using her arthritic leg as the main one, allowing the pinned hip to rest.
Even when she was lying down it was just as the vet had said he would want.
Last night after her tea Wilma wanted to go outside to eat grass.
Obviously in discomfort.
At one point she was lying between the greenhouse and the shed.
She came into the house but was obviously unsettled.
She dozed off and I did too.
I awoke at 3.30 and she had died in her sleep!
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