6 months gone already
Well, 6 months have gone already since we lost Alfie. It seems unbelievable and we still miss him every day. It has been the oddest of times. I sometimes wonder what he would have made of it. He’d certainly have liked the fact that Mum was around so much of the time. He’s still a very big part of our lives, even though he isn’t here. Maybe he’s still here in spirit, watching over us, we certainly like to think so.
Living My Best Life
I’ve really been making the most of Dad being home. Sitting outside in the sunshine is definitely very enjoyable. Yesterday wasn’t sunny, but I was at day care so it didn’t matter so much. I think the forecast is good again for today so I’m hoping to alternate between lying in the sun in my favourite spot and sitting in the sun with Mum and Dad. Mum has promised to sit outside for coffee breaks when it’s warm enough even after Dad has gone back and I totally approve of that idea.
Going Out
Over the last six months, Mum has not been out. She gone as far as the vet to drop us off, a mile in one direction, or to take me to daycare, a mile the other way. Apart from that there have been only two outings. One when she took Shadow and Ari to swimming and decided that was too stressful and the other right at the start when she had to take Ari to a vet further away. Now she has broken a tooth. She has a simple choice to make. Either put up with the pain for however long, or go to the dentist. Reluctantly she is doing the sensible thing and going to the dentist but she’s got a week until her appointment and already can’t sleep because she’s worrying about it. I’ve offered to go as her assistance dog, but as I’m not qualified that isn’t allowed.
Love
Wilma