We made it through the night. At one point I thought we wouldn't, madame having trouble breathing. But she is such a tough little girlie - and she most definitely does not want me to even give the hint of fussing and being worried.
As reward, in the morning, I was greeted with her wagging tail, as she was lying on the carpet.
We're taking this day as another gift - both of us struggling a bit: Madame with her illness, weakness and pain, me with trying my best to make her feel normal, and not fussing even though I want to carry her on my arms.
As long as she manages to wag her tail now and then, for a brief moment, I am contented.
Not crying is the hardest bit.
My daily encounters with a couple of town ravens. They live near the playing fields and parks of my town. Madame Dog sadly is no longer with me. Now that Miss Sophie has come to share my life, it is her, and the other park dogs, which are mentioned forthwith. And, of course, the weather ...
Town Raven
In flight
ITS A DIARY !
This is a diary, or rather, field notes written up each day, with the latest entry at the top.
To get the full story, start at the bottom entry in the archive, and read upwards.
Then read the current diary entries from the bottom up as well.
Once you've got the full story, just visit and read the new story for the day!
Enjoy!
Location Map
This shows where we walk and meet the ravens
The yellow and pink squiggly lines are two walks we take. The yellow one is the one we usually do. The squigglyness indicates how Madame visits her several important sniffing check-points!
We stop several times to feed the ravens, and you can see where they come from.
If you right-click on the image and open it in a new tab, you can then zoom in to see more details.
