Showing posts with label so fucking sad I can hardly bear it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label so fucking sad I can hardly bear it. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 9

Forgotten photographs ...

... I'd bought Pingu a new bed, Snuggle Pod, as it happens (hey, it matches the couch). It was delivered to Mr Brown's office this very day.
Ping took to it right away, snuggling down like it'd been there all the while.
So, of course I whipped out the happy snappy for a pic or two.Then I downloaded them.Then the tears started.I'd forgotten I'd taken some shots of Small on her last days.The last day we initially expected (and then the vet fucked things up but let's not dwell on that shall we).And the actual last day (which the vet initially totally fucked up, leading to my having to be bossy while weeping on the phone, but we won't hold that against them will we? I'm not bitter).Anyway, I think, I like to think Small's last days,Were spent doing what she loved, snoozing, drinking wild water and being in the garden.Now excuse me, I'm getting the laptop wet again.

Thursday, January 28


Sidonie, Small, Bear Bear, Smally Ball, The Venerable Small, Rabi Schmally, Pudding, Small Small Ting and The Ratbag.
22 September 1992 - 28 January 2010

Sunday, January 24

Small, she's naught but a handful of silky fluff and some porcelain bones now. We have to lift her up to bed, she can't make the jump anymore.
But her fierce, determined little heart, still beats its untamed tempo.
Soon she will walk by herself.