Saturday, 30 September 2017

Ode to my feline companion

The summer came and  went in the blink of an eye beneath the thick cloud of smoke from the wildfires. I flew home for a brief escape during my two weeks off and only seemed to finally catch my breath the day before I had to return to the coast. It had been a difficult beginning to my  return to work after the summer. It now feels like that time was years ago and equally only hours ago at the same time. I blink into the past and reopen my eyes to the current reality I find myself in. Moving forward as best as I can.It is hard to do justice to my longtime companion. I never imagined I would lose him so quickly. It all came as a shock and happened so quickly that I seem to only truly be processing what it feels like with him gone a few weeks later. 

As we entered into autumn the memory of my three bums on the deck attentively watching something that I was blind to me resurfaces without my effort. I often reminisce about simpler times and look to the past for comfort. 



However, when I truly think of the past it was filled with its own obstacles and although difficult in the moment, it now seems like an easier time since I haveovercome those past challenges. Seventeen years of a life with a companion who was always by my side. One who was completely attuned to my needs and had a keen sense of when I truly needed that comforting. I think of those "easier" times being under the cottage lying in the dirt with the house less than a foot from my body as I worked on insulating the place for the winter. I look back with a smile as I remember my fear of being crushed by the house held up with rotting posts and the dangling spiders centimetres from my face. And, there he sat, right next to me while I worked so that I would not be alone.


Argus my wanderer often follows me and Mino on walks but I remember the time I broke my foot and this was the only time Pig followed alongside during our walk. It's almost as though he was making sure I was okay, much like his silent presence with me while I insulated our home. I'm comforted in knowing that I was there for him in his final moments. My arms around him, as he took his last breaths and my warm loving gaze, was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes years ago and the last thing he saw as he left his body.


2000-2017

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Rhymes with Wombat


Photo by Gnangarra
Loves Wins explores a critter that rhymes with Wombat!

Friday, 31 March 2017

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion...~Steinbeck







A little bit of a different twist on the theme of Love Wins this March with M is for mouse. While there are several species of mice that are endangered or extinct I wanted to share my own experiences with these tiny critters as my March was filled with the kind that make me scream in terror to the ones that conjure an inspired smile…

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