A Serendipitous Photo Prompt: #3


Another Pet Story

Most of the bloggers that I read a lot seems to be animal lovers whose fur kids often feature on their blogs. That’s not the only reason I like reading them but it does seem to be something we have in common. I always enjoy a good pet story. The hardest thing about having a pet is not the pet hair, it’s not having pets that are finicky eaters or the ones that eat everything in sight. It’s not the late night or early morning wake up calls or the balls thrust in your face when you really don’t feel like playing. It’s simply that you know that you only have them for a brief few years. If you are lucky maybe fifteen or even twenty but that’s just a small piece of your own lifetime. Then they die, you cry buckets of tears, you grieve and then more often than not you get another pet and the cycle starts again.

Cindy has two beds, one at each end of the house but she still prefers ours.
Cindy has two beds, one at each end of the house but she still prefers ours.

Cindy is our fourth dog. She’s nine now although she doesn’t look or act it. She had her vaccinations this month and the vet said that she was in great shape for her age. Today though she threw up in the garden and seemed a bit listless all day. The reality is that she had probably been eating cat poo from the litter box and was feeling bored because in her mind you should be playing with tennis balls all day. I know she misses her dad too. Still it made me feel a bit anxious because I don’t want to think of Cindy as an old dog. She’s so full of life that it will be sad when the day comes that she doesn’t want to play fetch and run around like a puppy.

Cindy looking alert.
Cindy looking alert.

At around half past three as I was finishing a big spring clean of my kitchen I asked her if she wanted to play ball. Of course she did. I wanted to sit on the  garden bench and throw the ball as my feet were tired from going up and down the step-ladder putting things into the top cupboards but no. that would not do. When David plays ball with Cindy he throws it for her in the driveway so that is the only acceptable place to play that game. In the end I had to give in and go and stand in the drive with the ball chucker. She had fun and is now content to lie near me while I write this post.

Cindy sleeping.
Cindy sleeping.

Author: Taswegian1957

Born in England in 1957 my family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. David passed away in 2015 and I'm here on my own now but I have Cindy the dog and Polly the cat to keep me company. I currently co-write two Wordpress blogswith my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and a "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania.

One thought on “A Serendipitous Photo Prompt: #3”

  1. Cindy is adorable! She reminds me of Rozie, the dog we lost about a year ago. And you are right, I cried buckets. And if I think too hard, the tears are still coming. We are trying not to get another dog so as to do a bit of travelling, but it is so hard. I am living vicariously through friends like you who post such beautiful reminders of the joy in having a family pet. 🙂 Thank you.

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