Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore.
it’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like i’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore.
that long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel like i’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Some of you are probably aware that I’ve had a very difficult time health wise since I last wrote. I had a very serious bout of pancreatitis which has proved fatal after it affected several other organs.
I had two three day spells in Hospital (where the vets and nurses were lovely and tried everything to make me better) which I hated because I wanted to be at home with His Nibs.
I came home twice during my illness. Firstly for four days when I confess to rather driving Him Indoors slightly barmy with frustration because I wouldn’t eat anything. He’s a generous soul but I felt just too poorly to eat even fresh sea bass, rib-eye steak or free range chicken breast which were all offered! I did feel guilty but poorly is poorly.
After another stay in hospital I came home for a day but, in truth, I was in a poorly way and I knew it was time for me to leave the Boss. I had done my job, saved his life after he lost the love of his life, built him back up to return the light shining in his eyes and it was exit time for this old boy. We will miss each other, I reckon.
I have to tell you all though that I wasn’t going to go “quietly”. When we walked together by the river on the way to see the vet (the lovely Amy at Severn Edge who treated me so kindly), I made a big effort so that I appeared to be a fit Dylan. I strutted. I sniffed. I wagged my tail. I brightened my eyes. When we waited outside the vet I put on an “old self” act seemingly to try to persuade The Boss (& my pals Sarah & John) that I was fine and please take me home. But it was just an act & I knew it. When we went into the consulting room, I lay down with the Boss for a last cuddle and went to sleep. Goodbye!🐶🐶
You may now be confused that I am able to tell you my story , let’s face it I’ve written that it was fatal and I was in “exit mode”. You may well wonder – understandably – from where these words that you read are arriving.
Now then, you’ve always known I was a special dog. But none of you quite realised how special.
After I fell asleep I went on this journey. It was dark but warm and lovely. It seemed to be a tunnel but with gentle soft lights. At the end of the tunnel was my pal Riley, and a little lady who I remembered was called Lottie, who both welcomed me to Doggie Heaven and wanted to know how things were back home.
It’s all fluffy and nice here but what surprised me that I was able to send messages to The Boss. I sent a message to say that I was OK, comfy and out of pain.
And that I could also see what was going on down in Bewdley & the world.
Which means I can carry on telling you my tales from this pavement in Doggie Heaven.
I was really excited because it means I can say a really big “thank you” to all you people who have been helping His Nibs cope without me. He definitely needs help, after all he struggled to cope with life when I was around. Whatever will he do now!
He needs even more help because Bumbling Boris has put everybody in lockdown again. Wtf?
Why does the British government seem to be so confused with this whole coronavirus situation? It seems to me they veer from being completely over-generous with support to being completely penny-pinching in other ways. I watched with amazement how they refused to continue giving vouchers to disadvantaged children in the school holidays. In the grand scheme of things the cost is next to nothing from what I can see or am I wrong?
His Nibs has viewed a couple of documentaries about President Trump. Blimey, he really is not a very nice man to be in charge of America. I certainly hope he loses next week. Proper nasty. Unlike all The Bosses nice friends who have, I know, been so supportive of him whilst I was so poorly. He was so worried and upset (I could tell) but they rallied around and sent him lots of messages wishing me to get well. We had visitors when I came home both times as well to make sure he was dealing with the worry ok, so he’s a very lucky chap.
The thank you list is so long I could do a complete post featuring everybody. But as I recline up here, I say “thank you” to every single one of you for looking after him.
I will send you all another note in the next couple of weeks but please allow him some time to recover from my departure up here. He’s a bit all over the place.
God bless to you all.
Woof! Woof!
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