Tuesday, June 23, 2009

24 Hours.

Yesterday, I had a wonderful day. For the first time I met not one, but two of my blogging friends in real life!

Paul Burman and his wife, Sian, are on a world tour but fortunately found time to pop in for lunch chez Mrs T! In addition, another blog buddy, Mike French, the editor of The View From Here and also my good friend Mrs A joined us to help sample the culinary delights on offer. (Obviously purchased and not home made.) There was much talk and laughter and I was so pleased to have had this brief opportunity to meet up with Paul, Sian and Mike.

Paul, I surmised, even though we have only communicatied by blog and email, knows me rather too well as he came bearing special gifts including a Thomas the Tank Magazine (complete with domino set), a lovely wooden bookmark, a boomerang (for the boys obviously) a tea towel to help me in my domestic chores (ho hum) and some Australian wine. What more could a gal ask for?! (Well except chocolate - but I am on a diet so maybe that's just as well!)

But today, I reflect on how quickly things change and how we must enjoy each day we have, for time is so very precious.

This morning I took Tash, the children's favourite cat, for an emergency vets appointment. I'm waiting for the result of the Xray this morning. But in my heart I know the answer will not be good. The time will come shortly when I will have to take the decision we would all rather not make. But I will not let her suffer, and I am glad that she has will not have a protracted decline like Little Miss Tigga.

This is gonna be a tough one after the deaths last year of my in-laws, Divya, my mother and only a few weeks ago Little Miss Tigga. The boys loved Tash; she was the perfect family pet. It is going to be hard telling them that she is gone.

Time for tears.

A very recent photo of Tash and Ben.


  1. Oh Jane, I can just imagine how that would be! Never an easy decision to make. For the boys, maybe you could get a kitten now?

  2. A blog post of two halfs :) (:. Pleased you eventually met up with PB and Mike, wish I could have been there. No doubt he was as kind and thoughtful in person as he is on line.

    Sorry to hear about the cat, Mrs T. Having lost so many pets, i know the heavy heart feeling well. I'm off on holiday at the end of the week, maybe we can get back on the writing trail with a few short stories when I get back, and cheer you up :)

  3. Ah Sue, sadly it was the only decision in the end:(

    Tash's sister, Cleo, is still alive. She has a very shy dispostion so while she sees out her days they'll be no puppies and kittens. And as much as I love animals I think I'll need a rest from the responsibility for a while.


    Yes PB was very easy to get on with. I had a lovely day:)

    Have a good hols now and don't come back looking like a pink lobster:) I'll look forward to those writing challenges; I'll dream up some (questionable) scenarios whilst you're away:)

  4. This is about a dog but I think the sentiment is about right :

    The Power of the Dog (Rudyard Kipling)

    There is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;
    Why do we always arrange for more?
    Brothers and sisters, I beg you beware
    Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

    Buy a pup and your money will buy
    Love unflinching that cannot lie--
    Perfect passion and worship fed
    By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
    Nevertheless it is hardly fair
    To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

    When the fourteen years which Nature permits
    Are closing in asthma, or tumour or fits,
    And the vet's unspoken prescriptin runs
    To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
    Then you will find--it's your own affair--
    But...you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

    When the body that lived at your single will,
    When its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
    When the spirit that answered your every mood
    Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
    You will discover how much you care,
    And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

    We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
    When it comes to burying Christian clay.
    Our loves not given, but only lent,
    At compound interest of cent per cent.
    Though it is not always the case, I believe,
    That the longer we've kept "em, the more do we grieve:
    For, when debts are payable, right or wrong.
    A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
    So why in--Heaven (before we are there)
    Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

  5. Wishing you all the Best Dear Friend! Hugs!

  6. Thanks Mr I; a hug is most welcome:)


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