A friend in need…
…is a friend indeed. Even if the friend wees on your kitchen floor and chews your chair legs.
This morning I went down to my favourite woods to plant spring bulbs on the grave of my dear late companion, my black spaniel. I visit her often on my walks. On Tuesday it will be four months since she died. I still miss her like a hole in my ribcage.
Had I been alone, it would have been a tearful task. But I am lucky enough to have had another companion with me. Tarka, our new spaniel puppy, now three months old, bounded cheerfully along to the headstone by my side,
and even offered to help me with the bulb planting.
I hope the bulbs will grow. I hope they will have the chance to flower – grape hyacinth, crocus, narcissi – before the pheasants and field mice nibble them. Here’s to new life out of old.
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