I am eating pasta with spinach and pine nuts and home made pesto.
There is too much pasta.
I just 'rehearsed' in my head the action of scraping the spinach from some of it and putting the pasta down for Willow to eat.
Then I realised I couldn't.
Its the same when I cut meat up.
Willow was a human dustbin.
Well, you know what I mean.
About Me
- Jackie
- Obsessive embroiderer, classroom dodger, fervent flickrer, blog lurker, feltmaker, failed dieter, chocolate lover, tea addict, sea swimmer, village dweller, Willow mourner, cat botherer, son-motherer, time waster, daydreamer, husband-worshipper, dust ignorer, Archers aficionado, church goer, flower arranger, shiraz imbiber, esteem needer, approval seeker, woodland wanderer, cloud watcher, renowned late arriver, poetry lover, foot-in-mouth putter, Greece adorer,wishful thinker, wearer of heart-on-sleeve, dreadful singer,anxious gardener, general worrier...and now...Hetty hugger.
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When will I stop looking for him, in the lanes, on the bed, everywhere?
So many memories of a dear loved one.
I know what you mean about the 'dustbin'. Anytime a scrap of food dropped on the floor, I'd call our Miniature Schnauzer 'Max' and he'd come flying around the corner... he knew what was up. Max has been gone now for many years.
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