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What's on the ground floor of John Lewis, RGC? I'm sure I'll need somewhere to park him at some point.
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It’s the techno stuff - video, audio, computers. Boys’ toys. First floor it’s cookware. What fun.What's on the ground floor of John Lewis, RGC? I'm sure I'll need somewhere to park him at some point.
May you be thrice blessed.Be careful what you wish for....
I told Mr N that if he couldn't think of somewhere to go this weekend that he'd enjoy I'd take him shoe shopping with me...
... so we're going to a motorbike showroom
I think it is also a gentle reminder that, although it is hard, when grieving we need to be kind to ourselves...
I always found a candle lit bath, bubbles and nice music(and a large glass of something) helped ease the physical and let the tears flow with ease, with no worries...I don't think it's a bad thing to take time out and just be incredibly sad...
Jasper was like Mary Poppins... bear with me on this...
He blew into our lives, and turned them upside down. He taught us so much - everything I know about dog behaviour and training, how there is no such thing as a bad dog, just a dog with inconvenient coping strategies. Before he came, I thought that my fibromyalgia meant that I wasn't up to a lot of walking but, hey, he was supposed to be my son's, and someone told me that lurchers just need a couple of half-hour strolls a day... By gradually increasing the length of his walks, I discovered that I could actually walk for miles, up hill and down dale (but mostly uphill!). He showed me the beauty of the open spaces pretty much on our doorstep, and taught me that mud doesn't matter, that rain doesn't stop you going out for a walk, and that it's OK to sleep in gritty sheets when he's 'remade' the bed. He's taught me about patience, and that I have the strength to keep going when things are tough. He made me appreciate even more just how wonderful Mr N is - he didn't really want a dog, and was assured he'd never have to walk it, or pick up poos... He walked J most weekends to give me a break when he was really challenging, he gave him a long walk before work every day when I had knee problems, and he never, ever moaned or complained, or suggested maybe we should give up, even when he got a bad bite after an argument over a bread roll in a plastic bag.
Through him, I have made some great friends, both online and offline. I am healthier than I have been for decades and, I confess, I can really appreciate the luxury of being able to do what I want, when I want.
Most of all, of course, he taught me about love. Unconditional love, I guess.
And then, when the time was right, he blew out of our lives, having shown us how to live. His job was done, and he couldn't have done it any better. In time, I want to think of him not with sadness, but as a joy who was with us for many years, and who changed our lives for the better in every way.
We scattered Jasper's ashes last week at the heath, and oh boy did I find it hard. I couldn't sprinkle them round the pond - he loved to cool off in it, but wouldn't go out of his depth, and rather irrationally, I think I was worried about the ashes drifting out to the middle....
I sat on the far side of the pond, back to the others, rubbing his ashes into my hands as if I could absorb him. After a while my son came and sat down by me, saying nothing, just being there. After a few minutes he asked if he should go, saying that he was useless at this sort of thing, never knowing what to say. But what he had done - just being there with me - was perfect. So if you ever want to comfort someone but not know what to say - it doesn't matter, please, just be there with them.
I was then able to sprinkle some ashes in the old sand/clay pits, where he'd had some wonderful zoomies in his younger days.
Something else I wasn't expecting - we had a terrific storm on Saturday night, which shook the house. I should have been glad that Jasper didn't have to suffer through it, but all I could think about was how scared he would have been, which upset me. It was never easy to reassure him when there were storms in the night as he really didn't appreciate being touched while he was on his bed.
I'm sure we'll have many more moments like these. Mr N and I can go on walks with other people, or together, and we're fine. If we go out separately on our own but have a distraction (he'll take his litter picker, I'll take my camera) we're fine. But if we 'just go for a walk', the thoughts creep back in...
Overall, though, we're fine. And it is lovely to be able to do things we couldn't before. We went to a Jubilee garden party on Saturday and were there for 7 hours. We even survived several of our neighbours asking how he was doing... Despite that, twice I looked at my watch wondering if we needed to get back because we'd left him too long....
There is absolutely no 'right way' to do this. For anyone going through similar, just accept the process and go with it. I believe the body does a fine balance of blocking out feelings you're not ready to deal with, and letting them creep in when you have a few more reserves. But like intensive physiotherapy on an injured joint, there will be times when it ruddy well hurts.
Jasper sounds like everyone's dream dog, inspiring, full of life, gentle, sweet and loyal. We all need a dog like Jasper!
We like it as it captures the essence of a whippet we had - we go for subtlety and understatement. On a pragmatic note it can always be turned around.Very gentle and graceful until you look at the hindleg. Which would drive me nuts every time I saw it.
Verdad.The important thing is that is pleases you. It doesn't have to please anyone else.
Haha, you've missed the bits where he was more the dog of your nightmares But I had so much help in the early days that I was able to manage all his 'little foibles' and accept him for who he was
I'm sorry you have ME/CFS. My older son has it too - he developed it when he was 17 and had a bad dose of flu. I do wonder if there's a genetic link that predisposes us to ME or fibro.
Funnily enough, Mr N and I had talked about getting a statue of a dog for the garden and I was thinking about it just yesterday - there's a metal bench at the end of the garden where I sit occasionally to think about J, and it would be lovely to have one there (as long as I didn't cry every time I saw it...). It's just a case of finding the right statue - must look vaguely like him, and not the sort of thing you could buy in any garden centre but, ideally, something reclaimed. Mind you, this has something of Jasper's look about it: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/10344274130193458/