We went to Ogmore Beach in Wales yesterday. Wales was Ardbeg’s, he loved everything there, every place we went to, all the beaches, towns, forests. We used to laugh he was the King of Wales because his wee must have been left on most trees there. The majority of his super happy moments -now memories-happened in Wales.
So I found it hard to be there without him. I find many things hard: we used to eat watermelon till our bellies hurt on hot days and half an hour later were running to have a wee (well, me in the loo, him in the garden). Eating watermelon till you belly hurts on your own makes you cry.
Ardbeg loved the seaside. He loved running in circles and barking happily. He loved climbing rocks and checking all stones, shells, dead crabs and fish. All thoroughly inspected and weed on. He loved life and I loved him. Life reminds me of my lost love.
But I do have a reason to carry on, I have a good life and I’m loved. And Lily sleeping peacefully in my arms reminds me I have someone who trusted me with her life. Just like Ardbeg once did.