Memories Of A Good Friend.
Hello Peeps,
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Well, here we are, it is Sunday yet again.
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All is quiet here.
I have fed the birds, but first I had to remove the remains of a chinese chow mein that I put out for them yesterday.
Obviously that is a no-no for the future.
Those birds are way more picky than our deceased dog used to be.
He was a handsome German Shepherd that we took in as a rescue dog, and he loved human food of any kind at all.
I cannot think of anything that he would refuse.
If we were eating it, then so would he.
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It was quite strange to see him wolfing down pineapple chunks and orange segments.
When you gave him an apple, or he sneaked mine off the table, he would lie down with it held between his front paws and nibble delicately at it with his little front teeth. He would do that for absolutely ages.
When we bought fish and chips he would lie and stare at us as we ate. His eyes following each mouthful up to our lips while he drooled disgustingly.
Big H finally felt so sorry for him that he bought a third portion.
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We unwrapped our meal onto our plates and begin eating. Having placed the third wrapped packet onto the hearth.
The dog just stared at it in disbelief and spent the whole meal lying down as near to the parcel as possible, head on his paws, drooling so much that his fur was all matted with it and there was a pool on the floor.
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Once we were finished our meal, and the food was cool enough, Big H unwrapped the third packet and placed the open paper in front of the dog.
He was so amazed that he just kept looking down at the food, and then back up at us, over and over again.
When we said he should ‘go on and eat it’ I have never seen food disappear so quickly or seen such a happy dog.
Or one who burped as loudly either.
After that, he always got a portion bought for him when we got ours.
Great fun.
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He also liked to eat sticks of licorice.
And toilet paper.
We miss him a lot.
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It is lovely to have animals, but when they die, you feel so terrible for ages.
Sometimes, after an animal died , I could hear them walking around with their claws clicking or hear them sighing.
Sometimes the feeling of them being in the room was so strong that I have sat and stroked an invisible dog and talked to it.
It has started me off crying just sitting here talking to you about it.
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Over the years my breathing was getting worse and I had to go for tests.
It was found that I had reduced lung capacity. So much so that I was having to manage with the equivalent of only having one lung.
I was told that it was because I was becoming allergic to the hair and dander of the dog.
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Big H took over the grooming and bathing of the dog etc. and we managed to cope in that way, although I got a lot of blocked sinuses and sore eyes.
Now, we have not yet bought another animal, which we always did quite quickly in the past in order to ease the sadness.
Although Big H would very much like one, we will probably just have to make do with him petting other peoples’ dogs when we are out on walks.
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I have been quite lucky really because my brother has been extremely allergic to dogs since he was in his early twenties.
He would come to visit me and within a very short time he would feel as if he had an eyelash irritating his eyes , closely followed by them going pink and then starting to swell up horribly.
He used to use an inhaler before his visit, so that the reaction would be delayed a little bit longer.
Unfortunately, even when I met him at my mother’s house he would react to the hairs and bits that I carried, on myself and on my clothes.
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It was a shame, but now I know how it felt for him.
At least I hope he was actually allergic to our dogs and that it was not actually me he was allergic to!
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Today, once Big H arises, I think that we will just read the paper and then get on with jobs.
I am painting the walls now that the plasterer has finished the upstairs and Big H will probably upload more of my stuff to the blog. He really is sweet.
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Do have a good Sunday yourself.
I hope you have fun
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LOL
J
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