It was the day before ten years ago today on earth, which means that it was 12th January 2015 if you need to know that – and on earth cos time isn't time where I am now and it doesn't go in straight lines or any lines and we don’t need to know what time it is - and Emma was driving in her Clio car - which was my taxi many times – which just means I sat or lay or jumped around in it a lot to go places – and Emma was on her way to my home, and somewhere – it doesn’t matter where – on the way she felt like her hip was taking itself out, but thankfully it didn’t then… So, Emma was coming to my home cos I was very not well, and she wanted to take me to my vet to see if Vet Nicky could make me better, though Emma said she knew what would happen, but she didn’t tell me, but she was not very happy about it, but she had had to leave her human companion who was also very not well, but I had to have priority, which just means that my not well was worse than his not well. And Emma had a not well too, cos she had just had yet another metal hip put in and it had not fixed itself properly yet, but we’ll come to that later, even though I’ve said it earlier too. So, Emma arrived at my home, and I tried to greet her with my whirly dance, but nothing would whirl cos my back legs had stopped working, so I got myself as close to the door as I could and thought my whirly dance, and she knew that was what it was, and somehow, even though she had to stand on long metal poles cos of her hip, she managed to pick me up into her arms and we had the longest cuddle, which was our last longest cuddle in the fur and flesh.
Then that night we went to bed – well, Emma went to
her bed, and Peter carried me to his bed – and, I can feel Emma getting upset
now and I want to tell her it’s all ok, but we are getting to the very
difficult bit of this story, but we’ve never told it, and I think maybe it’s
time to, even though time doesn’t matter, and I want to tell it cos there is a
happy ending that Emma can only imagine, but doesn’t know about, and she needs
to know about it. So, I will keep thinking to her and she’ll keep typing what I
think. So, I know she had plans for the day we would have together the next day
– she’s crying again – and though she doesn’t know I know, she is right that it
would have been really lovely and really special, full of cosy cuddles and ‘I
love yous’, but it’s all ok cos we had done that many, many, and many again
times together, and those times and those feelings don’t go away. So, what
happened was that Peter got up and went out, and then it was me and Jane – she was
in her bedroom – so we were all in different bedrooms – and then, Emma you have
to tell them this bit. ‘Oh no, I can’t. I can’t see the screen, Teddy! Right, so
what you need me to say is that I had recently had my hip re-replaced. As
others who have had the same operation will know there were precautions you
need to take to prevent dislocation. Yet, my mind was totally on you and our
day together, dear Teddy, so I forgot all about that and lifted my left leg
over my right to put my slipper on… so CRUNCH and OUCH! Hip out of socket, and
as I later discovered, I’d also broken my femur… Back to you, Teddy?’ Yes, that
part I couldn’t tell cos I didn’t see it. You shouted and I barked, but Jane
couldn’t hear, so she didn’t know either and even if she did she couldn’t do
anything cos her legs didn’t work too. The next I did see and hear was humans I
didn’t know coming into the house, and I couldn’t do my whirly dance to greet
them cos I couldn’t even get off Peter’s bed, and I barked to say ‘Hello’, but they
didn’t come and see me. ‘No, they came to see me and try to put my hip back in,
but they couldn’t, so they had to take me to hospital’. And they didn’t bring
you to me. ‘No, they didn’t bring me to you, and I didn’t know I wouldn’t be
back to be able to see you again before…’ And, I was barking cos I wanted to be
with you and I didn’t want them to take you away. ‘Oh, Teddy, this is so painful,
I can’t bear it.’ But, no, it’s ok, cos I’m ok, and I was ok in the end and that’s
what I am trying to tell you, it was all ok, in the end. Can I say it? ‘Ok, say
it.’ So, I didn’t know you wouldn’t come back and I didn’t know when Peter took
me for a ride in his car, that I wouldn’t come back either. But, I didn’t need
to come back cos I haven’t really gone anywhere cos I am still here with you,
as you know, cos I can say it to you and you can hear me and feel me. ‘Did it
hurt, Teddy?’ Nothing hurt. Peter carried me in and Nicky wasn’t there. ‘She
had a cold’. I didn’t know that. ‘She felt so bad not to be there for you.’
Just like you did too, but it’s ok, I know you both loved me, and Peter was
very good with me stroking me and telling me I was a ‘Good Boy’, and man vet gave
me warm feelings and then I fell asleep…. And I didn’t wake up…. And then I felt
lifted up by a large red round thing. ‘Mum was right, your Babybel balloon!’
And I taste Babybel always but not need to eat them… And then I saw a bridge with many colours… and
ever so many dogs and humans were there… and I could do my whirly dance again,
and I could fly here, there and everywhere, and be ready for when Mummy Jane joined
me here. ‘You were and are her guide.’ Yes, and now we are The Clio’s guides…
but that’s a story to come another earth time. ‘Even though it’s already
happened that the Clio’s gone. Are you all ok? Mum?’ Yes, we’re all fine and feel
good and free and I can’t stop whirling. ‘Like your puppy-self!’ And ready for
different kinds of adventures…
Love and licks, Ted XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
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