Once again it’s been a while since I posted. I seem to be rather good at promising lots of new things and then life has a habit of getting in the way and scuppering my plans. May was supposed to be an eventful month, two weddings, a week to myself with the folks away, a month where I could crack on with lots of lovely things. A month in which I was supposed to complete a project I’ve been working on in London, web design and social media strategy for a church initiative. Unfortunately a bad virus and the worst case of anaemia I’ve ever had meant I didn’t realise any of them.
I spent two weeks on a liquid only diet, too tired to even lift my Macbook and type. No blogging, no knitting, I even missed my cousin’s wedding. Bad times. I managed o pull myself round for the fabulous Miss I’s wedding, she is now Mrs T! What a fab day that was too.
Now I’m back in the land of the living, back at work, almost fully recovered – on a high dose of iron along with folic acid, magnesium, selenium and a healthy dose of probiotics I’m nearly there, rattling but nearly there. It dawned on me that I’ve missed so much of May. So much I could have done but didn’t. June will be better – June is my month! Another visit to the Lakes and a birthday to boot.
Which brings me to why I chose to write this post, it wasn’t just to flex my fingers and relearn how to type. I wanted to celebrate the birthday of someone very dear to me, who is no longer here. BB was my best friend growing up, between the age of about seven and twenty-one. For fourteen years that dog was my confidante, my counsellor and my pet. Despite the fact he’s been gone for almost ten years and I know most people would scoff. I can’t forget him. How can you ever forget the one who taught you what love is? Obviously my parents did that too first, unconditionally. Then BB came into my life and I learnt what loving another unconditionally meant. Nowadays I am mum to two pups who have taught me more than I could ever have imagined. Finally there’s R who taught me a whole different kind of love, which I’m amazed I am capable of. But BB came first. He was the first I loved without condition, the first to teach me the meaning of responsibility.
I’m sure lots of you reading this have had pets over the years, some of you may remember your first pet fondly, others wondering why on earth I’m devoting a post to a dead dog. I’m not really quite sure myself, I just felt I had to recognise even after all these years that he is remembered, and to share that even those relationships between dog and owner can last a lifetime and mean so very much.
Happy Birthday BB.