It’s been too long since I blogged.

This wasn’t the blog I had planned to write, but, as always ‘Life’ shows you the way. Despite not blogging for over two months my blog had a phenomenal number of hits today, over 250! I thought I’d take a look at what people were reading, and out of all the views I chose this one…Considerations It made me cry.

We are coming up to the anniversary of losing our Boy Boy, Harley. It’s easier, only just, but as the anniversary looms I am finding it hard. I wrote in that post, back in January 2020 , how within the next decade we wouldn’t have a beautiful Welshies anymore. I didn’t realise when I wrote it that we had less than three year left with both of them.

It’s fair to say that losing them, our furry children, and both of us turning 60, was the perfect storm. It has made us rethink everything. Consider things we wouldn’t have considered: Lakeland Terriers can live to 17, that means we could be 77 if they lived a full life. It also means that we have to put provisions into place to care for them, if something happened to us. Us….it has made us reassess what is important, debt, what we really need. It’s one of the reasons we didn’t borrow money for an extension, we want to live our lives now, not be caught up in debt.

It has made us throw ourselves into renovating. We are well in our way now. But this time our home is for us, not people who may come and visit, or anything for show.

In that post I also wrote how the buds would come onto the trees, that time would heal, I was right. In fact by the following year we no longer lived in France.

Everything must change. I know that. I just think it was the speed of the changes that took our feet out from underneath us. We have been on our arses.

But life goes on. I hear my beautiful boy and girl whisper that to me all the time. Animals know so much more than mankind, the arrogance of man just doesn’t allow most to see it. I know our mad bunch of girlies were sent to us to keep us busy, and my God, have they done that. They had been given clear instructions, by Wiglet I think.

So when Harley’s anniversary passes, I will not cry anymore. (I might be lying but I will try.) I will let them go, and cherish the hear and now. We cannot take anything for granted.

Rosie