Born In Time

In the lonely night, in the blinking stardust
Of a pale blue light
You’re coming through to me in black and white
When we were made of dreams

You’re blowin’ down a shaky street
You’re hearing my heart beat
In the record breaking heat
Where we were born in time

Not one more night, not one more kiss
And not this time babe, no more of this
Takes too much skill, takes too much of will
It’s too revealing

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If there’s a mystery
In the foggy world of destiny
You can have what’s left of me
Where we were born in time

Well, I’m ok up here. It’s warm, safe & fluffy and having reached the Rainbow Bridge I’m in no hurry to go over it. There’ plenty of top food for me (most important, you know I’ve been used to only the best food). A kind person posted the Rainbow Bridge into the Bosses FB post about my demise, and I’ve asked him to put it at the end so you can read it.
Do you know I started this little writing caper back in May 2017 so it has been going a long time. His Nibs is not sure if he should keep it going because I’ve exited stage left and come up here by the Rainbow Bridge. I think he needs to know if you lovely followers want him to carry on. After all, its’s pretty difficult when I’m at the bridge and not down in Bewdley. If you would like to let him know it would help him decide. I must tell you he is not in a good place at the moment because he is missing me. Sadly I can’t help him, except to regularly remind him about all our good times. I have a feeling it might be difficult for him because knowing him he won’t say anything and will just put on a brave face.

 I know His Nibs has been in a bit of a state over my leaving but all his friends are being very kind and supportive, for which I thank you all. I mean, I knew he loved me but I didn’t realise quite how much. I’m feeling a bit guilty about going, to tell you the truth, but when it’s time to go it’s best not to outstay one’s welcome. 
In addition, The Boss well understood that pain wasn’t my thing and I really was very poorly. I suspect all that good living may have caught up with me!
It has not helped Him Indoors that not only is he having to come to terms with my departure up to the Bridge but he’s been having terrible trouble with his legs. Both knees have been giving him some gyp but these were then made worse by his left ankle suddenly packing in. 
I tried to tell him there was a silver lining with me being “upstairs” as he didn’t have to walk me but it appeared that thought didn’t help much.
His good friend Chris Griffin lent him a walking stick to help get around, since when he seems a lot happier but I must tell you it would have been fun running about along the riverside and him not being able to catch me.

He is actually coming out of his blues over me slowly. He managed to have his knee x-rayed without my assistance (you may think that’s easy but with his Lordship that’s not the case). Very reliant on me, he was.
I think he’d like a lady in his life sometimes, especially now I’ve gone. He does get a bit alone even if he doesn’t admit it. We used to laugh together lots (and  dance around too) but I think he needs somebody with whom to share his laughter. Maybe part of his problem is that he can’t believe that you could fall in love again at his age so he doesn’t try. 

Trouble is, he told me, he’s a fat old bloke with dodgy knees and a very iffy back, to say nothing of a level unfitness that is truly Olympian in its performance of unfitness. Perhaps I’m giving too much away but I feel I’m entitled to do that from my heavenly pavement.

His “recovery” was all helped by the defeat of the Donald. For months he’s lectured me that the Donald wouldn’t go quietly and it begins to look that Him Indoors might actually be correct for one of the few times in his life!
My view is that it’s great to see the old crook being brought down to earth. 
His Nibs mood hasn’t been helped by United failing to turn up a couple of times for games although, despite his ankle, his mood lightened with a win the other Saturday.

There seems to be some celebration taking place about the potential creation of a vaccine for this Coronavirus. It seems to me up here it might be a bit premature. I reckon it might have been developed a bit too quickly. The Boss always told me these things take years of testing. Perhaps everybody will be part of a giant test? His Nibs would happily do that I reckon if it meant he could get the music back on & guarantee his beloved Festival could take place properly next year.

I should tell you all that shortly before I fell poorly and came up to this Bridge I met Cooper. Now I’m not sure exactly what breed Cooper is!!  It’s always been clear I’m an English springer spaniel of the superior kind with a touch of a cross in me! Coop looks like a retriever but is built like a whippet!
Anyway he’s an ok chap so you’ll hear quite a lot from Coop because I can communicate brilliantly with him from up here at the Rainbow Bridge. He is already completely in charge of Sarah & John, whatever they might say. I’ve seen him in action and he’s good. I love his name because I can remember Coop in “Nurse Jackie” on tv, which His Nibs rather liked.

I’ve also been in touch with my long standing friend Alf as well. He’s a good soul now he’s calmed down and grown into a proper dog, not a whipper snapper. I’ve let my other pal Treasure (who lives over in Worcester), a border collie the same as Alf, know what has happened and she will help me to keep in touch with you all. I gather that my dear friend Rachel – who I missed a lot this year because she was otherwise engaged in falling in love and moving house – now has a cute pup named Henry. I shall contact Henry shortly because there is bound to be mischief involved with a puppy like him.
His Nibs has been properly shaken by how my leaving reawakened the bad  memories of the time when his Chris died. I don’t think he expected that and so I’ve had to keep sending my waggy tail waves to him in order to try to help. I’m not sure it did help as much as his painting but you can only ever do your best.
He’s been really splashing his acrylics around. Done some large stuff as well and it’s great looking down and watching. There are lots of browns appearing on his recent efforts which obviously are reflections of little old me. By the way, I’m really glad my tummy has stopped hurting up here which means I can enjoy the Cordon Bleu food we are given.

I wish all you lovely people the best, and if you would like to me too I will keep sending the messages down from the Rainbow Bridge.

Woof! Woof!