Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Gemmy, our cocker spaniel, died yesterday, unexpectedly. We had less than a morning to give her a chance at surgery, but even that proved impossible.
We buried her today and we are devastated.
We miss her warm and noisy welcomes as we arrived home, her loving licks, her patient and ever-loving silent waitings for us to finish our meals and rejoin her in the loungeroom, all her fun tricks and skills, and most of all her warm cuddles.
We still hear her dog tags jangling, the dog flap opening as she walks out to see who is in her back garden, and her barks as she lets everyone know that this is her home.
We had a lovely ceremony for her, burying with her her favourite blanket and ball, her breakfast bowl, a candy bar she would have stolen overnight if she had been with us, and six red roses, one for me, four for my children and one for her.
She was with us for nine fun and love filled years. Tonight we will put up the first of nine solar garden lights around our - I mean her - back yard. And on what would have been her tenth birthday next month, we will put the tenth solar light up.
We miss you Gemmy, and we will always be thankful to you for sharing your life with us.