I was uncertain yesterday about posting on Facebook and here on my blog about losing Poppy. I'm not sure I really knew what to say. Words can't really describe how I feel.
When we rescued Poppy about 4 years ago, she was already at least 3 years old. The state she was in was clearly indicative of the appalling life she had already led. She was around 2kg in weight, hardly any fur. She had mange, ticks, worms, fleas, and we established that she didn't have a very strong heart. As if this wasn't enough, she was also in season when she arrived. What a timid forelorn little thing she was.
She needed a hell of a lot more TLC than any dogs I have had before or since. Of course we adored Beki, who was only 2 weeks old when we rescued her, who died last year aged 10 years old, but we had her from the beginning so we knew what we were dealing with.
My other dogs know something has happened. When Mr A was going back and forth to the vet over the past few days, carrying her in her cosy bed, the dogs all rushed out to him when he returned, jumping up at him. When he returned yesterday with Poppy's body in her bed, they didn't jump. All 5 of them sat quietly at the gate, and allowed him to walk past them without moving.
Monty has not left my side since yesterday. It's as if he knows he now has to comfort me. If I was religious, maybe I would believe that adopting him a few weeks ago was some sort of divine intervention...that he was destined to be here at this time.
Mr A has spent all his time since yesterday making a beautiful grave for Poppy at the end of the garden, with a little brick wall around it. He is distraught and he has to find something practical to do.
People who don't have, or have never had, pets probably don't get all this. Some would say that people are more important than animals. I don't agree. All living creatures on this earth are important. As far as dogs and cats are concerned, when you give them a home they love you unconditionally. I'm not sure I could always say the same about people.
The situation for the animals in this country is dire. It breaks my heart every day to see the starving and sick animals on the streets. It's a desperate, and ever escalating problem, but we can only do our best.
As I was waiting for Mr A to return with Poppy yesterday, a very thin and quite young dog turned up at my gate. I rushed in to get some food, but he ran away. I saw him at a distance. I followed but he wouldn't return, so I left the food down at the bottom of the road in the hope that he might return. I haven't seen him since, but I live in hope.
But the main reason for writing this post is to say thankyou to everyone for the kind messages that you have left here and on Facebook. Your words have been such a comfort to me xxxx