My friend and neighbour Sue walks past me house twice a day every day. You can set your watch by the comings and goings of Sue and her little dog Daisy. In fact it’s a bit like being in Edinburgh when the One O’Clock Gun goes off, you automatically check your watch just to make sure it’s right. Sue is always on time, come rain, hail, snow or shine.
The other day I was luigging a bag of wood across the yard (has to be my least favourite chore, but hey it’s good for those bingo wings!) when I saw Sue coming up the hill. I did the watch checking thing just out of habbit, but something caught my eye when I looked up.
Daisy wasn’t there. Sue was walking alone.
I didn’t have to ask.
Sue and I are not close friends, we chat when we see eachother and catch up with our news, but we’re not big buddies or anything. We have known eachother for seventeen years and most chat is about children and animals.
There was no need for words.
We hugged eachother over the fence. Both crying for lost friends. Sue talked of Daisy and all those walks, “I know you’ll understand Karon, cause I know how much you loved Hank”. Oh how right you are Sue.
We talked about our lost loves, our beloved friends. Daisy and Hank were about the same age. This fiesty feral white kitten would face up to the terrier pup and ban her from walking on His Patch outside the house. It was so funny to see a little white cat bristling from every pore and fairly dancing on the spot to ‘scare’ off this dog who dared walk past with her owner each day. He would lie in wait and spring from the side wall or pop out from behind the fence. Poor Daisy would be on tenderhooks coming up the hill. It was a real ‘Will he, won’t he’ game that went on for years until both adversaries were too old to bother.
Memories. We love our pets so much. we can be shattered, broken hearted and almost paralised by grief at their passing. My Mum told me to ‘Pull yourself together, you’re not still crying over the cat’ just two weeks after he died. I am not like her at all.
Minou came as a gift to us, a blessing so unexpected and wonderful. We often think she is really Hank just in another disguise.
Hang in there Sue, I’m sure there is a Minou out there for you too.