The Death of a Dear Friend

I should like to let friends and followers know why I have not been blogging. Several weeks ago a dear friend of mine took ill and died about two weeks later. This death has effected me greatly and I miss him so, so much. His name is The Boad (aka Boady). He is my fifteen year old Basenji that quite often came with me to Koigu. Boady and I spent many long hours in the rainbow room together dyeing yarn. To the left of my dye table still sits his bed and house (which Kersti decorated) waiting for a geriatric old man than shall no longer arrive. Jasmin (The Landra's Schnauzer) still looks for him every morning when she comes from the house. I explain to her with tears in my eyes that he shall not be coming anymore. At home his water bowl still sits there and I am still refilling it when the water evaporates. The wonderful veterinarian that gave him peace did so in our kitchen while he laid on my lap. After sitting with his limp body in my lap for several hours and stroking him I carried The Boad in his bed to my bedroom and placed both on the floor. We got to spend one more night together.

The following day I took Boady out to my studio and placed him inside while Robert and I went to Owen Sound to purchase a coffin for his burial. Robert dug a hole outside of my studio and we waited for Jesse's arrival from school to bury him. Inside his coffin Robert placed a Dutch blanket that he and his family brought with them when they immigrated in 1951. Nicely rapped in the wool blanket Jesse also placed in a favourite stuffed animal and his royal purple collar. The three of us placed the container in the hole and took turns filling it in. So, now when I arrive and depart from my studio I can talk with him. I miss my dear Boady and I shall mourn his death more that some humans I know.