When I was 12…

I don’t remember anything about the twelfth year of my life.

I was 12. That is quite a while ago but by sheer calculation I am able to provide you with the following tidbits.

I had received a puppy for my 11th birthday. His name was Wowser and he had green eyes. Some would call his breed a steekbaard but truly I do not know. The year I was 12 would then have been Wowser’s second year on earth. He died a virgin many years later and was a really sweet pooch.

I was living with my mom for sure. Any extra living mates do not come to mind right now. My mother worked at a children’s convalescent home. That means odd hours. And working every alternate weekend.

If memory serves me well that was also my first year at Mondale Secondary School.
Getting into Mondale was my mother’s dream for me. It was the best school close to home and getting accepted was nothing short of a miracle.
Starting high school is always a stressful thing. My transition from primary school to high school was mafe easier by the fact that most of my classmates got accepted there too.

The twelfth year of my life doesn’t bring about many memories but its the kind of thing I’m thankful for.

It might sound cheesy but without the year I was 12 happening, I would never have made it to 13 😀

Inspired and Loved

Suffering loss…

My dog died a little while ago…

I’ve held off writing about it because I thought it might actually get easier to do so.

I was wrong.

Buddy came into my life about 5 years ago. He was an adorable, brown, bow-legged miniature daschund and I’d like to tell you about him.

He attacked me the day I went to get him. He did so because he was insanely protective of his owners. They had to put him in the passenger seat next to me because he wouldn’t let me touch him.
He loved to ride though. So he stayed in the car, whining ever so softly as we drove off, leaving his previous family behind.

On the drive home, which was approximately 30 minutes long, he kept increasing the volume of his now familiar whine until I invited him onto my lap. Once there he stood on his hind legs with his fore legs braced on my arm. He loved that spot.:)
I always thought it gave him that living ‘on-top-of-the-world’ feeling. 🙂
Anyway, by the time we arrived home he had become my protector and no one could come near me, not even my husband!

It stayed like that. He was so full of life and character and had a truly phenomenal personality.

We have had a couple of incidents where he got injured and he never truly recovered from the last one.

I loved him sooooo much and I know that there has never been nor will there ever be anyone who loves me the way he did.

He was the best.

Hopefully I get the opportunity to write about him again….when it feels less raw.

One thing I am certain of, he can never be replaced and I will never forget him….