Thursday, September 26, 2013

A year ago

It's a year ago today, almost to the hour, that Sprocket died down at the vet's. I still haven't quite got over the shock and despair at his passing and I suppose I never will. I think of the little scoundrel most days, especially when out on dogwalks with wee Jocky, and the way his life was cut short by that terrible cancer. Didn't realise he was seriously ill, even on his last dogwalk. Re-enacted that walk yesterday evening with Jock and thought of Sprocky trotting across the field in the lowering sun on his way back to the car. He must have been in pain but he didn't show it. Then I turned to the hill where his ashes are scattered, hoping for a sign that he was with us in spirit. Maybe a gust of wind or a circling hawk. But there was nothing. Just the sunlit brow of a grassy hill against a clear, blue, evening sky. Just as it was a year ago.








  

6 comments:

  1. Our memories of our lost loved companions can be quite painful, but be assured that Sprocket is there with you, even if you can't "see" him or feel his spirit.
    I'm sure he was there in the beautiful evening sunshine.
    Dogs are very stoic, and never want us to know that they're in pain....even in this way they want to protect us.
    Dear Sprocket....gone but not forgotten.

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    1. You're right. I often feel he's still around.

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  2. Found you through Vera and her world
    Enjoyed my visits tommo

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    1. Thanks for reading. Thanks too for following. Good to know that some people read this drivel.

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  3. Ps
    I know how you feel.. Old dogs are always with you

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  4. Hi Tommo, you haven't checked in for a while.
    Hope that you and Jock and Georgie are all okay and preparing for winter.
    Take care.

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