I’ve had two instances of sad news today, one about a relative, and the other about a beloved pet.
Other Brother rang me earlier to let me know a cousin had died a few days before Christmas. Apparently my uncle had notified him at the time, but as OB had no details of anybody on that side of the family, it kinda stopped there and he didn’t think to notify anyone else………. I think, obviously not me until today.
OB tends to contact me when he either wants to know something about another sibling, or his wife’s out. The former was another aside in the conversation regarding non response to a text message sent before Christmas. I wasn’t surprised as they rely more or less entirely on FB. OB doesn’t like FB, and I’m not on it, neither do I want to be.
Cousin was the daughter of my Mum’s oldest brother. He died in 2010 and Bro was notified of that when I was in NZ. His widow passed away in 2017, her funeral being held when I was having my radiotherapy after Humphrey. There is a sister and brother, but I have no idea where they are or their marital/family status.
Cousin came to stay with us when I was a kid and we were living in the council house where I was born. She was a string bean of a girl, and she and Sis were always having little secrets to which I was not privvy. When dressing up, they would argue over who would wear the sparkly high heels, Cousin usually winning. It’s a fond memory of a sort.
It is a loss as Cousin was the one with The Gift and apparently made a living from it at some stage. From snippets of conversation years before Mum’s dementia took hold, I gleaned that she had married an older man, and had had a problem with her back putting her in a wheelchair for a time. Other than that, I know nothing about her or her siblings, so I find it odd that OB should think I would.
Sometimes the loss of a pet hits us harder than that of a relative. I am always sad when someone I know loses as pet, in whatever circumstances. Memories of losing Barney the way we did in 2005 are still extremely clear in my head, so anyone who has to face making that heartbreaking decision has my utmost sympathy and sorrow. Our love for them puts them first, and I’m a firm believer in Rainbow Bridge where dogs are whole and healthy until we meet up again.
Maggie will be 15 in a couple of days and we both know her days with us are much less ahead than behind us. She is currently in good health apart from a slight glitch on the beach the other day when Hubby had to carry her off the sand while I came home and got the car. She is still favouring that paw, but we are keeping a watchful eye and not exercising her too much. She’s a bit miffed at not getting so many walks though.