Nostalgia – a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past.
Do you remember when I first met Raffles and I thought he was big?
We used to play in the garden together and have fun.
We would share sniffs and interesting things.
We would run and play in the woods nearby.
And afterwards we would share my special little bed (before someone broke down the edges!!).
And remember when THEY decided that you weren’t allowed on the settee?
Those were the good old days.
They are gone forever.
Now, I have a hard time finding room on MY settee – so much for THEIR good intentions.
I creep into the garden hope to get away without being ‘spotted’. But, I fail.
On my way back in I have to run the gauntlet of an almost seven month who thinks if I’m outside I must want to play but who is three times my weight and size.
Where’s the fun with tug-of-war with those odds?
Once spotted I have no choice but to make a run for the house hoping I can make it before I get savaged.
Today, due to a sore paw (note the right leg is being held up so I am hobbling) I didn’t make it.
Having made it plain that I was in no mood for a game I am ‘escorted’ into the house.
To add insult to injury he even eclipses me in the photographs – I barely get a look in.
Remember when Raffles first came to live with us and I thought he was huge?
Well I was wrong.
Now he is huge!
Love from Zena, the thoughful Princess