I couldn’t keep on writing so I had a break. It is my time to mourn, but my dogs are a part of my healing process and I can write again. My mum has died of cancer. She was diagnosed four months ago and watching her waste away was the hardest thing I have ever experienced.
It matters little to anyone who’s not me, but somehow I think some explanation is needed.
As often in bad times, I find the warm presence of my dogs comforting and calming. We rescue one another yet again.
Brian is doing relatively well, considering all the obstacles. I had to travel a lot and I’m still the only person he trusts. We tried to carry on training despite the gaps between each session. He’s not as good at reading my moods as Lily, fortunately. It was still possible to trick him into believing everything was fine. Lily knew-she always does. It breaks my heart to see her sad, so I try harder. Not faking happiness but doing my best to really feel at peace with the world.