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It’s been a very tough week. A lot of big things have been happening, both locally and internationally this week. Nearby to home we’ve had record breaking rains causing widespread flooding. Overseas we’ve Russia invading Ukraine resulting in many innocent civilians being killed, for what reason I still don’t know. It was also the week I found out my friend Anna passed away. I had never meet Anna in person. We became friends online after joining the same Facebook group for one of our favourite authors. She lived on the opposite side of the world, in a different time zone, but because of her sleep problems and one annoyingly loud snoring partner, she would often message me of an afternoon after I finished work. We would talk about random things, about the cat her partner kept promising they could get, food and what she would cook that morning for breakfast or what Hello Fresh meals she should order for the coming week. I admired her passion for food and cooking and I remember telling her once she should be a chef. I was also quite jealous of her cooking abilities. One morning she kept me company while I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctors, while my anxiety was growing bigger the longer and longer I had to wait for my doctor to finally call my name out for my appointment.

Anna wasn’t someone who I would normally associate with in my daily life. I knew she had a drinking problem and earlier had a bad car accident while drink driving. She had been in rehab for it but I think drinking was still a problem for her. Sometimes she would send me messages of just letters and I would have no idea if she was drunk or her phone was playing up. A few months back she was having health problems and waiting to see a few different specialists. She told me she was dying but I kind of brushed it off, not knowing if I should believe her. She was younger than me, in her early 30’s. She was waiting to see specialists so how could she know she was dying. It must just be her anxiety telling her she was going to die. Finally one of her specialists appointments happened and the news seemed quite promising. I was relieved for her knowing things weren’t so grim. Life happens and we didn’t seem to have a chance to chat that much as I’ve been busy with work and my business.

One day last week I realised I hadn’t seen Anna around for a while. It was just a fleeting thought, and I didn’t even think to message her. On Tuesday morning, when I checked Facebook on my break at work, I found a message from another member of a Facebook group that both Anna and I are members of, saying she had received word that Anna had passed away from organ failure on the weekend. It was a shock and is still a shock. She was only 35, how could someone like that die. Someone who I’ve chatted to for years, someone just like me. We may have only been online friends but that is still a great friendship, one that can actually be closer because it’s easier to bare your darkest fears to someone on the other side of the world you know you won’t happen to run into down the street. The grief still hurts, no matter the distance between us.

The only good thing to happen, thanks to Covid, was the ability to join in Anna’s funeral service due to it being live streamed, early yesterday morning. It’s hard to believe she is gone, her body now cremated, and her spirit hopefully finally in Heaven, now at peace which she was never able to find her on earth. Online friends may only be online, but they are just as real as friends in the flesh.

When It Rains It Pours

Drought and fires were quickly replaced by floods in our town last week. Heavy rain and showers over a few days resulted in our dwindling creek being transformed into a raging river, bursting its banks, transforming streets into beautiful canals. While some homes and businesses were inundated with water, the damage was minimal. We are thankful for the life giving rains.

I Love Lucy

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My sweet baby girl Lucy left us for the rainbow bridge last Wednesday night, leaving us all devastated and missing her dearly. She suffered a heart attack while sleeping on Mum’s bed. She quickly passed and left us, all too soon. She was struck down by the Cavalier Curse. She was doing so well on her Vetmedin heart tablets. It was 19 months since she was first diagnosed with Mitral Valve Disease and we were given an estimate of her only having 6 months left to live.

Lucy celebrated her 10th Birthday just 12 days before this and it was a milestone, as I had envisioned her not making it to her 9th Birthday.  We had a party to celebrate her being 10, with birthday balloons – just like her big sister Matilda had for her 10th Birthday, a trip to the nearby creek for a walk to have a look at the pelicans, have a swing on the swings and enjoy some special birthday muffins. She had a great time, as well as Matilda, and I’m thankful she was here to celebrate, as well as Matilda.

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10 years isn’t long enough to have had her for. She was such a loving beautiful sweetie, no matter how long the time we had together, it would have never been long enough. She still looked young and only recently started going a bit grey around her mouth. She was still a puppy at heart. When she realised it was walkies time she would bark and twirl around in circles, unable to contain her excitement. If Cleo or Jonah the cats were in her path, they would get a good ear cleaning from her and a bark in their ears because she was so excited. Equally as exciting was lunch time and tea time when there was food to be had. The same couldn’t be said for brekkie time because she didn’t like eating bikkies. She would usually relent after being allowed by Granny to eat them on my bed and be hand fed them.

She was so sweet and dear, with her heart full of joy and love for everyone. She knew how to work those big expressive sweet eyes to her advantage. No one could resist her and would give in to her when she wanted treats, pats or belly rubs. Although she was a bit anxious in new and different situations and around those she didn’t know (who can blame her) she was pure joy. She loved her big sister Matilda from the beginning, even if Matilda wasn’t too keen on her at first. When I would take Matilda walking and couldn’t take Lucy because she wasn’t fully immunised yet, she would cry and make me feel so guilty that I would have to take her with me and carry her in my arms. When I would briefly put her down for a minute she would quickly run up to Matilda and try to walk beside her, determined not to be left behind. She spent her whole life trying not to be left behind by Matilda, relying on her for so much. When we went somewhere and people would try to talk to her, she would hide behind my legs trying to ignore the people who were telling her how gorgeous she was. Once I picked her up and held onto her she was a lot calmer.

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She will always be my Little Luce, my Lucy-Lu, Poppet, Little Poppet, my sweetie, sweet, sweetie pie, sweetums,  gorgeous, beautiful, precious. Along with Matilda they were my “girls”, something I can no longer say with only Matilda now.

I’m thankful her passing was quick and I never had to make the choice to put her sleep. We were lucky also that she never entered congestive heart failure, which would have been more tablets and testing which she wasn’t a fan of. There seems to be so many Cavs dying of this horrible disease, many younger than Lucy. Due to negligent inbreeding many years ago, it is us now that still have to deal with the after effects. We need to eliminate Mitral Valve Disease out of the gene pool of all Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. It is such unnecessary suffering that both the Cavs and all owners have to face, the Cavs while they are dealing with it, and the distraught owners who are left behind afterwards. Do the responsible thing and get your puppy desexed. Don’t breed from them, leave that up to the breeders who are trying their hardest to eradicate it.

Lucy you may be gone from my arms, but I will never forget you. I love you and I miss you. Until we meet again my sweetie pie. xxx

A new look

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I’ve got a pretty new picture to go with my blog, thanks to André Yonge. Internet friends are great, especially when they have a pretty picture on their own blog https://howlingatthescreen.home.blog. So I admired Lucy’s gorgeous werewolf and she was able to hook me up with her lovely and amazingly talented friend André who was happy to do me a wonderful picture. He even surprised me by including my 2 girls (dogs) Matilda and Lucy running along the water’s edge. I’m very impressed with the end results and I hope you are too.

Stop Texting Me Clive Palmer!

 

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I received this text message from Clive Palmer’s United Australia Party yesterday, the 2nd text in a week from them. Apparently it’s legal for them to obtain my number from the electoral roll to send bizarre messages. At least this one was mentioning a part of the state that I don’t even live in. But what can one say to a message like this? #bizarre

Move along Clive, you are just wasting your texts on me.

Christmas Expectations

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It’s only November but already companies are doing their best in getting us to buy up for Christmas. Christmas decorations are on display throughout shopping centres, Christmas carols are blasting out from speakers, and signs with the tagline “make it the best one yet”, are shoved in our faces.

News reports say we will each spend an average of $1000 on Christmas presents this year, an increase on the amount spent last year. Who are these people who can afford to spend that much money on Christmas presents? It’s certainly not me. I hope the person who spends the rest of my share of the average, spends it on something pleasurable; like books or cats, or both.

There seems to be a certain expectation that we have to have the most magical Christmas ever; making sure we spend up big on presents that our loved ones desperately want, while also dishing up the most delicious Christmas feast, with the best in season food, laid out on the perfectly set table filled with matching dishes and cutlery.

In real life, this does not happen. This is far from the truth for many people. Even if you think they have it perfect on all the Christmas TV episodes and movies, remember the McCallister’s in Home Alone? They managed to go away for their Christmas holiday and forget to take their 8 year old son with them.

In reality, this Christmas, there will be a lot of people isolated by themselves, having just another day. Families with no presents to give to each other. Families suffering because their loved ones are no longer there with them to celebrate and who can’t find the joy in the day. There will be people who dread Christmas Day and what it means, having to deal with families, knowing that the day will only end badly. There will be many people too anxious and too depressed to even be able to manage to get out of bed that day, even if it is Christmas. In our society, there are also many religions and cultures who won’t even celebrate Christmas.

I think it’s time to forget the expectation. The expectation of having “the perfect Christmas”. Let’s forgo the stress beforehand and the guilt afterwards. Let’s forget about the coulda’s, shoulda’s, woulda’s. Let’s forget all that. Let’s decide how we want to, or not want to, celebrate Christmas. We can choose to do things our way.

Who says Christmas has to be perfect? Just a whole lot of companies trying to make money, that’s who.