November ’19 roundup

You may have noticed that things have gone a bit quite over here. That’s because November was a difficult month; our Norwich Terrier, Pepper, got sick, and we had to make the difficult decision to put him to sleep on the 13th. I’m still processing my feelings on the matter, but suffice to say it was heartbreaking and he’ll be incredibly missed.

He was sick when I went to Aberdeen to visit my high school friend, Amy, and her new baby. We had a lovely visit, in between being worried; she and her husband seem to be settling into parenthood very well, and their little boy is all kinds of adorable. Her cats also did their best to convert Adam to the feline dark side. Adam got two nice hill walks, and Amy and I had a good catch up.

Otherwise, we celebrated our godson’s second birthday, and helped our local friends welcome their new baby girl; it was a little person sort of month! And I handed in my final coursework for my Introduction to Counselling skills studies. Next week is the last week for this iteration, but I’m hoping to return in January.

The final weekend, we got together with my side of the family to celebrate the four birthdays which take place in November/December. We went for a nice forest walk (with a tea and cupcake picnic after), then went back to Mum and Dad’s for raclette, presents, and a game of Settlers of Catan. It was a lovely weekend, but bittersweet; Pepper should have been there.

Lastrean Kris Kringle, as his kennel name suggests, was born on Christmas Day 2004. Dad and I drove all the way to Lincolnshire to collect him in March 2005. He lived with us in Aberdeen, Binfield Heath, and Ashford, and accompanied us on many family adventures, from walks in northern Scotland to the very southern tip of the Isle of Wight. He was such a good little dog, and the best companion that four Canadians living in the UK could ever have asked for. Also known as Mr Peps, Sausage, Piggy, Lord Pepperington, Pepperoni Pizza, Spooch, and “the dang dog”, he would have been 15 on Christmas Day 2019. He could have lived 100 years and it would never have been long enough. I hope he is snuffling in hedges, hogging beds, and running across open spaces over the Rainbow Bridge. RIP Peps.

1 Comment

  • Edmund Graham

    1st December 2019 at 12:24 am Reply

    It feels like most of the comments I COULD make are just immensely patronising, especially as someone who has lot much loved pets myself. I certainly hope your description of where he is now is correct though.

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