is really tough, particularly after my accident where I nearly died - a matter of three seconds. Three more seconds and I would have died. But I survived; she didn't. I hope she's resting now and giving spiritual guidance to the dumb foxhounds in the woods. Loss is the hardest thing to deal with. It's a fog drifting aimlessly until it punches you straight and hard. Breathless. Then it goes away leaving ache. It matches all that is in my body with the accident and the injuries. But loss is a coward and it hides in the shadows to wait for the next day, second, hour.
When I am better I'm getting another - I have one eye on Battersea Dogs Home and I've scrutinised every staffordshire bull terrier rescue site in the UK. There are loads of them.. as staffs are no longer fashionable. This country needs a brain test.
I miss my students. I really do.
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Goodbye Rio. We had a strange relationship its true but the love between you and Caroline was palpable. Her name is Rio and she dances in the sand. Where ever you are now I hope you are dancing still. You will remain in my memory forever. x
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