Thank you all so much for your truly thoughtful replies, and thank you for understanding. Do you know it's made me cry again, yet also take comfort in the thought that all our beloved furry friends are careering madly around together up there.
We had the most loveliest moments on our farewell walk, we certainly were a sight en masse with five lovely dogs, and one in our hearts. The sun was shining and it really was so perfect.
I understand perfectly Sylvia what you said about sibling dogs, seeing my sister and brother-in-law's girls, Molly and Bess, who are related and are their "babies" really is such a lovely sight.
Flowers, chosen from Nanny's garden, were placed in front of the bench and quiet moments were had by the children – such solemn little faces for a moment as each child sprinkled a little of Mungo's ashes. Maddie read out her poem which had us crying and then laughing through our tears. See what you think (with her spellings!)…
Maddie's poem for Mungo
MY Dearist Mungolina
My dearist Mungolina makes me smile when she was there
her lovely tail wagging and her thick black hair.
My dearist Mungolina was a wonderful dog
magnifasent and brave, much better than a frog.
Una and Chrissie, I that you and Maddie should be winners in the pet naming category – delicious names for all your kittens. Remember that Maddie was responsible for naming Twinkle our cat and Sparkle, Flo and Elsie, our super feathered girls who served us so well with the finest eggs until… yes four weeks ago the vile fox got them. It seems so wrong buying eggs again.
Debi like Monty, Mungo was a bread monster too. Now I have no chooks to give my scraps too and no Mungo to wolf down the end of the loaf…or the middle…or the beginning for that matter, it feels really different.
When Joe announced we were bad luck for pets I felt so sad and explained that we had been so so lucky to have had Mungo for such a long time, though it does make me wonder if we'll dare to have a pet again for a while. Miss Twinks is doing just fine though I'm pleased to report!
It's true that children have an acceptance different to our own and I think each of them has dealt beautifully with their feelings.
Tony, I guess the circle of life hits us all and often it can be late into life with a loved one. Perhaps, I don't know, but maybe it's a blessing to experience it whilst young?
Tom's teacher rang me to say Tom had done a special 'show and tell' with his class and answered questions about Mungo – she was impressed and we were very proud of him.
I had a few quiet moments and chatted with Mungo as I wandered in and out of the woods, as if she were with me sniffing all the wonderful autumn smells. We completed our special time by scattering her ashes at the bottom of our garden where she loved to disappear and woof.
She did woof well (scared everyone yet really not scarey), woofing with a waggly bottom and more often than not a teddy half out of her mouth – she did do a fine job 'playing' the part!
We decided against an actual tree or stone, though I do think it can bring huge comfort. Reading that Gill, Fay and Tess all have such special places for their babies, I did contemplate asking Dan if she could be near Gypsy and my lovely lilac that Ali Keenan gave me for my birthday, beautiful just like her.
Changing the subject a little… Jo thank you so much for your beautiful pictures. You all looked divine and happy – a perfect day! It really is nice to have you in my mind as I write and I for one can't wait to see Ali's blog when it's up nor can I wait to see photos of another beautiful mother of the bride!
I can imagine the joy each year of seeing your roses bloom Susan. I remember so well asking my Mummy why Daddy's ashes were just scattered amongst the rose garden in the crematorium and not in a special place.
She said Daddy was already in a special place and that the pain of being unable to visit if we moved away (which we did) and it appearing that he was not loved would be too much to bear. So we decided that we too would just hold Mungo in our hearts forever, where she will live on as you so perfectly put Sue. Though Maddie asked for her collar and it is around the neck of her soft toy black Labrador… appropriate.
Also like your daughter Lizzie writing to Oscar, I suspect I shall find some little notes penned by her! And Kay, I have a lovely picture of Mungo by my bed to say 'night, night' to and it's horrid not having them in their bed to say god bless to.
After all those years of moaning about the black dog hair situation, when I swept the floor for that first time can you believe I actually re-sprinkled some out of the dustpan and let it waft back to the edges… now that IS mad!
In fact Marion, I bet you're now laughing as I'm sure with a long haired German Shepherd you know ALL about black dog hairs!
Nell, don't suppose you'll ever contemplate a teeny tiny dog something tells me!
I was so moved by all your comments and in some ways, although terribly sad I feel we've had a special time whilst we've written and had the chance, sad albeit, to re-live, smile and yes cry whilst we've brought out our memories. Thank you so much for being kind to me and also for sharing stories about your special furry ones.
Sonia, you made me smile saying Kooda was in a fur suit as we too thought the same. When Dan and I first met, his dog Renko was always known as a boy in a dog suit!
And yes, as you noticed I had a moment when I did the Butler and Wilson show - I realised I hadn't told any one and suddenly felt sad. Cheryl, I wonder if the top we showed reminded you of Robbie?
Louise, having had the terrible experience of witnessing the fight a human being displays battling against cancer, I too share the thoughts you wrote. It is so very hard to understand why we allow suffering so great in humans when we are at least able to help our pets. It seems so many of our dogs had to suffer the hideous disease though.
Julie your words to Zara made me cry.
Lisa and Anne, thank you for your words and Anne I hope Lily is enjoying the pup – I think Simon Biagi has much the same scenario!
Ruth, I know what you mean about needing to go and stroke another dog. It was hard on Sunday as we walked with friends and I saw so many fab dogs out enjoying themselves. So we jumped at the chance to take Spike, a lab cross (Lin, is yours a Labradoodle?) and Mowgli for a quick walk, as my sister-in-law had Joe in London for the day.
Though I was tearful, and Jeannie not sure when I'll feel up to another dog, I can't imagine family life without one for too long.
I hope that you can keep your wonderful memory of your boxers in your heart Louise.
Karin, thank you for your reply about Baggins, and Nicola I think that your journal was a lovely thing to do.
Violet, what a truly wonderful completion to your story, to think they're together is absolutely lovely, and I wish you much joy with Tilly and Soomi.
Lovely Tina, our XO's were distributed and very well received!
To Christine, I don't think you're mad, I do it all the time! And Linda, as Mungo was rather partial to cats, well ours at least, I'm imagining her and Toots snuggled up together!
Martin, Julie G in Herts (I wonder if you're near me?) and Anne I thank you for writing to me and your wishes and Jeannie for your support. I hope to goodness I haven't missed anyone out. I'm fearful I have… and to Charlotte who had to say "Goodnight" to Phoebe… all my love to you.
You are all spectacular and I'm very honoured to have the opportunity to realise it through QVC.
Lots of Love,