Hanno and I have been overwhelmed by the sweet messages left about Rosie. They helped us during that first day, the most difficult one, when we were still expecting her to walk inside or bark at the Pee Wees (Magpie Larks), her nemesis. Any other bird could land in our backyard and she didn't care, but let one PeeWee set foot here and she was after them.
We buried Rosie under the Banskia rose where she loved to sit. It's shady there and she had a view of both the backyard and the front. Hanno planted a daisy bush on her grave, I placed some flowers there for my sister Tricia, and we both had a cry. It was a sad day.
Alice is still looking for Rosie. Hanno let her get into the car to sit on the blanket he brought Rosie home on. She sat there for ages, sniffing and taking in as much of Rosie as she could. Now she is sleeping on a single bed and I don't think she likes it very much. They used to sleep together on a bed on the kitchen floor - on the night before she died, Rosie cuddled up to Alice, it was the first time she'd ever done that.
We went out yesterday. We visited a thrift shop near here and then went down to the beach for a cup of coffee. It was the best thing for us. The water was beautiful, we watched holidaying families cook their BBQ breakfasts and run around playing games; I smiled when I saw the benches were all in the shape of surf boards. When we came home it was like we'd packed Rosie away in our hearts and got on with our chores.
Today Bernadette is coming down the mountain with her dog Iona to visit Alice.
We buried Rosie under the Banskia rose where she loved to sit. It's shady there and she had a view of both the backyard and the front. Hanno planted a daisy bush on her grave, I placed some flowers there for my sister Tricia, and we both had a cry. It was a sad day.
Alice is still looking for Rosie. Hanno let her get into the car to sit on the blanket he brought Rosie home on. She sat there for ages, sniffing and taking in as much of Rosie as she could. Now she is sleeping on a single bed and I don't think she likes it very much. They used to sleep together on a bed on the kitchen floor - on the night before she died, Rosie cuddled up to Alice, it was the first time she'd ever done that.
We went out yesterday. We visited a thrift shop near here and then went down to the beach for a cup of coffee. It was the best thing for us. The water was beautiful, we watched holidaying families cook their BBQ breakfasts and run around playing games; I smiled when I saw the benches were all in the shape of surf boards. When we came home it was like we'd packed Rosie away in our hearts and got on with our chores.
Today Bernadette is coming down the mountain with her dog Iona to visit Alice.
Hanno and I would like to thank each and every one of you who wrote a message of support. The kindness shown to us through this blog has helped us through these sad days, and it has proven, once again, the power of the written word.
