Sunday, September 5, 2021

Portrait of a Senior Setter


Nobu has been with almost a full ten years now, and enjoys a leisurely sniffari for his morning walkies. The vet guessed his age at 3-4 years old, so he's getting on, but loves the slow pace of us oldies as we go about our day.

Friday, August 27, 2021

End of Summer


This is Nobu chilling drowsily on the cool parquet in the air-conditioned sitting room, now our only furbaby since Sherlock passed...He's getting on at almost ten full years with us, and has lumps and bumps, but otherwise healthy and enjoys the peace and quiet of the home and getting to choose where to go on walkies to match his energy levels. Sometimes he'll just come out and chill on the road while i sweep the leaves...

I haven't really been able to blog as Sherlock passed, so sad...but with Sherlock I could really feel his satisfaction in life, the healing of all pain, the warm love...he couldn't be cremated immediately as the crematorium only takes one big dog a day, so we had to wait for three days. That was perfect, his little body was packed on ice which I changed regularly, and he had a huge amount of flowers, I had to borrow the neighbor's vase we had so many. And he loved it, and you could feel it. Of all my furbabies, I could feel the release and joy and gratitude regrets, no wishes, no what ifs, just complete happiness in the way things were. A lovely wee soul. 

The knit is the Dive In MKAL cowl by Susan Ashcroft, a lovely pattern the designer generously gifted me so I could join in. It does look great on Nobu, but i think it will be worn by humans after all...

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Camping at the foot of the bridge

Sherlock has stopped eating these past four or five days...and is slowly getting smaller and smaller in preparation for the final journey. Like a baby, there's a lot of messy stuff going on, with oozing puss and fluids, bursting final poopies, and aching bones as we lift him out to the garden for his peewees, which he likes to go about five or so times a day, even if there are only drops...i pop him down on the newly sprouting grass, and prop his feet into a standing position, and he wobbles a bit to get his balance, takes a few steps, and then comes to a stop, and after a peewees, stands there wondering if i can catch him before he collapses...Like a mummy, I grow into the new tasks of feeding water with a dropper, or a teacup when he can lift his head a little, of patting round oozing sores with wet wipes and creams, gently murmuring words of encouragement and soothing nothings to show him we love him.

It's weird how time seems to collapse, already dreamlike with the pandemic, it disappears into a dull sense of waiting, and a peaceful satisfaction of having the daily noises going on around, the chirping of the birds, Nobu thumping and whumping, leaping on to the sofa with much gusto, and the clatter of the dishes in the kitchen...not going just yet, mummy, let me get on with being here. And he is so cute, in all the messiness of encroaching death, he's so adorable and sweet, the soul shines through the not so ephemeral body, and he is beautiful. And tough, and used to pain and patience, and toughing it out: I wish it would all go fast, but like birth, it takes its time, slowly, but surely. So we're still camping on the edge of the bridge. 

Thursday, September 3, 2020


Here I am, making the sofa my castle. Mum was so good as to hoover, change the towels and straighten things out, so I had a perfect blank canvas to begin digging and arranging things just the way I want. I take care to drag up the towels so I can sit on the gobelin fabric, and then drop the backrest so I can climb on top and throne there. Three spots available, so they all have to be redone, the left and right wings of the stately manor, if you have it. Good thing the air conditioner is on, life is good on steroids!

Saturday, August 8, 2020

Morning Snapshots

 It's 5am walkies lately, so hot and muggy, but some good friends are awake for treats along the way...