June l7th 2003 should have been a lovely day. Nick and I were going away for 2 weeks to Malta. How dreadful that day became and how sad the days since then have been. Georgie was a Yorkie from a litter of 3 breed from cathy whom I worked with. His sister died not long after they were born and his brother went to my friend. I chose Georgie who even
then had a unique character.
When my three boys knew I was getting him they were not to keen they said “they were old peoples’ dogs” how they changed their minds when they saw him. They spoiled him rotten. From the day he came he was full of character and a joy to have. When he was a puppy I used to smuggle him in to work –
I am a nurse in a hospital.
To see the patient’s faces when they could see and touch him was a blessing and he stole the hearts of the staff. Georgie loved every one I can think of none he disliked. He greeted everyone in a different way. He would play for hours with our three cats and learned to go in and out of the cat flap. I think in many ways he thought he was a cat! He loved going down to the beach and I discovered he liked to go down
there in the basket on my bike.
When I got my bike out he would sit there waiting to be lifted up and put in the basket – how sad! For 3 great, lovely years Georgie gave and received so much love and enjoyment. Never to be questioned, never dreamed of it being taken away. Georgie was loved that much by my 3 grown up sons that when I split up with their Dad and (perhaps wrongly) went to take Georgie with me Scott kidnapped him and would not let me take him! Three hours I sat and waited for Scott to bring him back (I am sitting here smiling at that memory even now.
In the end I agreed Georgie
would stay at the family home.
Don’t worry your Mum’s gone but don’t take the dog !!!!!! Anyway all was fine in the end I brought the house of my ex husband and the dog stayed!!!!! And we all get on well. Scott would have Georgie at his for “sleep overs”. Cliff (ex) would come round and take him out and how Georgie would greet him. So many kisses and lick….
people would call him “snog a dog”!
Anyway this is how I thought it would be. Lots of walks. Being licked to death when I got up in the morning and Georgie sneaking under my duvet while I was in the shower. Georgie sleeping with me when I went to bed after doing nights. Oh so many things that can never be replaced. Silly things like last night when our free paper came through the door and there was no barking. How do you get used to thank. Sitting here at the computer and he is not by my feet. So many things
missing that bring on the tears.
Then that dreadful day. Nick and i got up early. I went in the front garden to water the plants so Andrew did not have to worry about doing them in the evening. Georgie always came in the front garden with me. There is no road in front of the house only a path that is about 200 yards from the road. I went into the back garden to do the plants there and then heard the most awful yelping … Georgie came running in and went straight into the house and laid behind the chair. My friend ran down saying he had been hit by a car.
Nick ran to see the car driver.
She came in crying .. poor lady. I hoped that as he came running home it was “just” his leg he had hurt but I knew deep down it wasn’t so I rang Scott at work who rang Claire and I told them to met me at the vets. For the first and only time in moving Georgie on to a blanket he bit me. It’s ok Georgie I understand why. x x The vets is only 5 minutes drive away but I could see Georgie
was struggling for his life.
The vet, bless him, was great, he explained Georgie had massive internal bleeding and a broken hip. I asked that he put him to sleep but as he went to get his stuff I picked Georgie up and he died in my arms.. here come the tears again… How I miss him… How do you tell those that loved him his gone? In the space of 30-40 minutes he had lifted us. I had to let my sons and ex husband know. That was hard. But they all came within 10 minutes and we all decided to take Georgie back to his home. Which is were he is now in the garden were he spent so many happy hours playing with the cats and all of us. But it is not quite the same..
too quiet without him.
So 4 hours after all this Nick and I after much discussion with everyone else went away on holiday and believe me I did not want to go. But while way a strange thing happened. Nick said he would buy me a charm of a dog to put on my charm bracelet to sort of remember Georgie by. Where we stayed there must have been about 15 jewelers. We looked in all of them and they all sold more or less the same things. We decided to go back to this certain one and get the dog charm. On going in Nick suddenly said “Oh look there” and on the floor behind the counter, curled up in a basket was a Yorkie!! She was the same age as Georgie… How strange…. Also another strange but not so pleasant thing …. A week before Georgie was run over I dreamed of the accident
but for some reason not the result. Why.
Anyway 4 weeks on I still miss him dreadfully. But I can know think of him and smile and not just cry. I can’t turn back the clock and so many of wish we could but I can at least remember him with so much love and I want to thank God for sending him to me in the first place, however short a time it was. Thank you.
THANK YOU FROM ALL OF US.
TILL WE,
AND WE WILL,
MEET AGAIN
X X X X X X X
WITH LOVE FOREVER,
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