We took our beloved dog Fable to the vets yesterday and didn’t bring her home, just a rather worn collar and a brand new lead (why did I buy a new lead for her? I just don’t know)
This poem just sums it all up……………….
THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find – it’s your own affair, – But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!),
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone – wherever it goes – for good,
You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear!
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent,
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long
– So why in – Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
It’s hard to think of much else she wasn’t a very exciting dog, she never did anything wrong, she was never a challenge, she walked to heel and never chased the pheasants, she lay around the house in the most inconvenient places. She always, always, came when I called her. She never failed to get hairs all over me – especially if I was wearing black. So what’s there to miss? My son said she was like an old Afghan rug that an Uncle had brought home in 1936 and had just become part of the furniture, it made me smile because it’s so true – she was just there with her soft, trusting, brown eyes. The same eyes that trusted me when I took her to the vets and that’s the problem, that’s where I go to pieces. I keep asking myself if she could, with the right painkillers, have gone on for just a bit longer…………… the vet said that she had been a good friend to me and now was the time to be a good friend to her……………. Oh how I miss my friend……………
On to other things
Two recent visits to London one for Zandra Rhode’s fabric launch held in her pent house; a lovely afternoon cocktail party really, I slept all the way home on the train – too much colour? too much wine? I couldn’t possibly comment!
And a work shop for Liberty’s of London. A lovely day with smashing students. The workshops are held in the old board room a fabulous room with old panelling (and extremely poor lighting).
All my students all managed to finish the project
Well done girls and thank you for a lovely day
I’m almost, but still not quite, ready for the stitching and knitting show at Harrogate. I’m doing some workshops and I have a stand. I’ve been preparing for this for at least seven months, I have only a few more patterns to print out and a final check and I’m ready, the van arrives on Monday, the dog sitter (yes, Hesper the Jack Russell still has to be catered for – she will so miss Fable when we are not here – they were the greatest of friends) arrives on Tuesday and I’m off on Wednesday………….
Meanwhile I still have much other things to do, not least of which is sewing the lace to Eva Rose’s Christening robe – I hope she doesn’t grow too fast in the next month or so…………
The crib was finished in time lets hope the robe is too………………..
Marcel and Hatty were home for the weekend, Hatty realising when she went to pick her car up in Nice airport that she’d left the car keys here with me……………. This was not one of Hatty’s finest moments!
But we did have a weekend of fun and laughter. Our loo has an ancient 17th century door originally from Swaffam jail. Marcel with his nylon policeman’s outfit and his plastic handcuffs found it hugely funny to lock us, one at a time, in the jail, our crimes were numerous – Granny and Mummy for eating too much cake, Grandpa – too much Scotch, even the dogs were locked away (too many bones, of course).
We were very sad to see them go home, but they will be back for Christmas.
And finally, if you have managed to get this far
Join us at The Knitting & Stitching Show in Harrogate!
Visit Susan Campbell Designs on stand B265 at The Knitting & Stitching Show, Harrogate from Thursday 20th to Sunday 23rd November!
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We look forward to seeing you in Harrogate!
Love Susan x