About 18 months ago I decided it was time for us to have a dog in our lives again, having lost our beloved rescue dog Ralfie back in 1997. Looking back, it could have been considered madness. I had an elderly mother to care for and two cats - one who gave the impression that she'd never accept a canine intruder in her house.
Today we celebrate the first year of Alfie living with us and I do it with much joy and a hint of sadness. I now know that I was led to him (and he was led to me) for a reason. Put quite simply, I wouldn't have coped as well with the passing of my mum if it hadn't been for him. He's given me a reason to get up, to smile and to feel love again. There's nothing quite like doggy kisses first thing in the morning when you wake up feeling low.
I firmly believe that my dad popped the idea into my head on the fateful day that I decided it was 'doggy time' again - he knew it would be what I'd soon need in my life to help me through.
Today reaffirmed that 'stuff' happens for a reason. On Alfie's first anniversary with us, he more or less re-enacted a pose that our much missed Ralfie did all those years ago.
Right dog, right time, right place.
|From Ralfie to Alfie|
And furthermore, he was the inspiration behind my latest novel, 'KISSING FROGS AND DOGS'. So thank you, Alfie. For the love, the laughs, the hope and the massive lump I have in my heart and my throat as I write this. As a bundle of cute, you do a pretty good job.
PS: Mrs Nervy Cat is now totally cool with her new house-mate. It took a year, of her taking sanctuary in her 'penthouse' above the fridge, but we got there in the end!