As you will know, Lilu passed away on 27th September. Even though it is just under 4 weeks since her passing, it is still quite raw. M and I were looking at photos and videos of her the other day, both smiling and remembering the good times we had with her, and that she was such a happy little lady. Each week gets a little bit easier, but there is always a part of each week when something makes the loss of her feel as though it has just happened, and it is hard to fight back the tears. Last Friday when I was at the supermarket I saw a friend who works there, and it brought it all back as she was the first friend I saw after Lilu passing (Lilu passed Wednesday night, and I saw N on Friday), and she told how sorry she was and hugged me. Seeing her in the same place just made it all so raw again. Not that it was N’s fault, it just happened to be like going back in time. (Hope I am making sense.) Some friends do not understand these feelings as they say it is only a dog, but to us, she was part of our little family. I could cope happily with the loss of my human family as I am not that close to any of them, but our dogs are our life.
One who is missing Lilu is her best mate Harper. Harper came into our lives when she was 5 weeks old back in 2014. We went to a little place north of Preston and the lady had two puppies left, both identical, both pop bellied beauties. One was running about having a wild old time, and the other just sat watching the other, and came over to me sitting on the floor, plopped herself down next to me, stared at me, then waiting for a belly rub. Needless to say, that puppy was Harper-Lee, and she came home with us that evening. Lilu was a little “what fresh hell is this” as this tiny bundle ran about the house exploring. Lilu got into her bed which we put in the lounge whilst we were sat there, quickly followed by Harper, who snuggled in and fell fast asleep. From that point on they always snuggled in with each other. Lilu would mother her, lick her clean, play, and generally show her the ropes. For just over three years they were side by side, no matter where they were, or what they did.
Partners in Crime? Maybe. Best Friends? Definitely.
Mr Knitter 