After losing Nibs the sadness in my heart was just so heavy I barely slept for several nights (24 to be exact). Resuming “normal” just wasn’t working. I couldn’t imagine life in Number 36 without the companionship of my large grey hound. My work was suffering, I wasn’t really eating; what might be “just a dog” to some people was my very special boy and a character that played a huge part in both our lives.
To the astonishment (or disapproval) of some, a week ago last Thursday afternoon, a van pulled up outside Number 36 containing 1 very tired Miles and 1 rather confused little dog.
After seeking a lot of good advice, and doing hours and hours of research, the process of bringing this little pup into our world seemed to take forever. In reality it was only a matter of just over 2 weeks.
Miles was absolutely fantastic, and at the 11th hour booked a cheap flight to the UK to facilitate the transport of the little boy, that we have named “Skype”, because that is how we chose him. What’s so unusual is that quite accidentally he shares the same great-grandfather as Nibs.
The courtyard has been puppy proofed, and the dining end of the sejour has a make-shift barricade that will hopefully keep him from eating the sofas. For the moment we are fairly hound & housebound, until he has had all his jabs and we can introduce him to the south of France in Spring. I can’t wait.
After a few weeks living in an unhappy and empty house our energies are now occupied with feeding and entertaining one small (but growing) Weimaraner.
His arrival in our world is making us both a) tired but b) so much happier. The rest of life goes on, we are back to work, and despite all the other difficulties and unhappier things, we have light and laughter in this house once more.