b r a v e c r e a t u r e s

Life here in London has been so wonderful, its hard sometimes to reach back to a year or so ago when things were so bad. But just when you least expect it, the past reaches forward to remind you.

This morning I got an email from my ex, James to tell me that my wonderful dog, Saxon, has died - suddenly and unexpectedly.

Apparently he had been happy and not at all unwell. He had been coughing sometimes after eating or drinking for some weeks and had had a series of investigations including a gastroscopy and barium swallow without finding any problem.

On Monday night (11 Feb), about 15 minutes after his dinner on Monday he was found dead in the front garden. He was buried in his garden with his favourite blanket.

During the dark years of 2004-2006, Saxon was the brightest thing in my life. It was a tough decision to give him up, but having him stay with my ex's mother, who adored him, seemed like a really good decision for both him and me.

I have missed him, and still talk about him all the time. Its really sad to think that I can now never go back to play with him - but I have so many good memories of him that in some ways, while Iam still alive, part of him is too.