some of you may have seen my instagram this week, but if not, i’m sorry to share with you that i lost lucy, my companion of ten lovely, but too short years, and my only daily companion since this same time last year. she never whined about that, she never complained, she just hung out with me in this pandemic quarantine, offering endless comfort, unconditional love, friendship, and quite naturally, a relentless request for treats. i’m so glad i always indulged lucy, aka lucy goosey or goose, or a favorite of mine: madame von soft paws (a loving nickname one of her favorite dog walkers suzie dubbed her). in return, it feels like she gave me a lifetime’s worth of love. my cottage is so quiet now. no morning muppet attack to get me out of bed. no tipppy tap tippy tap of her nails come hithering to beg me for one more treat before bedtime. just the sound of my own whimpering at a loss felt way too early. i thought we’d have many more years together. our animals just never live as long as we’d like them to. someone once told me that dogs arrive here already so wise they just don’t live as long as we do because they already know everything we need to learn. i think that might be true.
in the words i’ve always loved, penned by w.h. auden:
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
thank you for all the love and well wishes you sent her way after i posted last week. we both felt them deeply and i’ve read them all. i’m sorry if i haven’t replied but it’s a little hard at the moment but every one of them has brought me comfort. i know so many of you can relate to loss of our dear little beasts. i’m having a hard time getting a grip right at this moment, so i’ll be taking a short break and be back soon.