I thought growing old would take longer. But here I am at eleven and a half and everyone is telling me how good I look for my age.
I am now on three medications a week but the response is usually, ‘Well what can you expect at her age. Things go wrong.’
They say that when you get older you tend to live in the past more and more. Remembering.
So as everyone seems to be saying how old I am I decided to look back.
I decided to get the old photos out and play ‘I remember’.
I remember many more occasions than these but I think it would be too many pages.
I remember when I saw grass for the first time and meeting Zac (my Uncle) who was gentle and taught me everything.
I remember cuddling up with Zac in bed.
I remember Zac playing with me holding a tiny twig and not pulling so I could feel I won.
I remember when the world was new and an exciting place with lots of new smells and sensations.
I remember when I was small enough to fit on a lap with space to spare.
I remember wanting to do whatever Zac did, to go wherever Zac went. I still do.
I remember playing ‘we didn’t do it’ with Zac.
I remember sharing the fun rocking lounger with Zac.
I remember leading Zac a dance.
I remember Zac – the best Tibetan ever.
I remember Zac teaching me to watch TV. Now I’ve taught Jazz (Raffy isn’t interested).
I remember sharing the chair with Zac, even when he didn’t want me to.
I remember our last time together at the park when Zac didn’t want to walk so we sat in the dust together and our friends came to visit.
I remember my heart breaking in time with Mum’s heart.
I remember lonely walks in the park after Zac left me.
I remember lying in my bed and not wanting to get out.
I remember meeting Raffy for the first time. It was not a success to begin with.
I remember him getting into my bed with me.
I remember introducing Raff to the garden.
I remember tug of war when I won.
I remember him growing.
I remember him growing more.
I remember him growing even more.
I remember it being hard to share the sofa with Raff.
I remember introducing him to the other poodles at the park.
I remember Raffy playing finding lots of friends at the park. This is Cassie sharing her stick with us.
I remember Christmas at the park with Raffy’s friends.
I remember treats at the park
I remember Raffy and Ollie kissing hello and feeling sooooo embarrassed!
I remember how Raffy squeezing into my bed.
I remember a sleepover with friends.
I remember that bad hair day.
I remember how Raffy and I like the sun.
I remember good and bad, happy and sad and I hope to make more memories even though I am now an older Tibetan.
I would love to hear your rememberings one day.
Love Zena – the remarkable Princess 🙂