I realise that I haven’t written a blog post in 3 months (bad Hannah) and I apologise that my first post back will not be the most cheerful post. But I felt I had to write, as a tribute, about the sad death of our family dog last week.
Today would have been Candy’s 14th birthday so I am writing this post in her memory. Candy is a Bichon Frise who to be honest was probably related to a sheep somewhere down the line. She has been in our family for the past 6 and a half years and has filled our lives with plenty of noise but a whole lot of love. Her death to me was unexpected, even though she was an old girl, and it has been a very long time since I have grieved this much for a loss.
Candy was the friendliest, happiest and silliest dog you would have had the pleasure to meet. She was always pleased to see you no matter how long it was since you last saw her, whether it was 1 minute or 1 month.
She was also a madam, I’ll give you that! She was always demanding to sit on your knee and it was known that she would get very cross with you if you weren’t sat in the room that SHE wanted to be in!
Like most dogs as well, if she had the opportunity to eat something a bit rebellious she would take full advantage. I’ve known her on walks to eat egg shells and cigarette butts. She also famously ate my birthday cake and has managed to eat a whole packet of chocolate coins (even taking the wrappings off).
The pictures I have put up as well also do show her at her whitest. One of her favourite (and most disgusting habits) was finding the smelliest poo she could roll in, and then looking perplexed when we would then give her a bath, as if it was our fault…
Now my dad’s house is so quiet without the padding of paws around the kitchen and the background noise of her usual whining. The pain of losing a family pet is definitely equal to that of losing a family member, how could you not grieve for a pet who was in your life all day every day? Things just won’t be the same without her, no laugher as she head butted the floor after a sneeze, no squeaks from her basket as she is trying to scratch that itch on her head, no warm dog to sit on your knee and lick your jeans (don’t ask, she had a weird obsession with jeans!).
So Rest In Peace Candy, Cand, Cand Dog, Peewwwwch, Candyfloss, Stinky Dog – I really will miss you…
This post is written with the blessing of my dad and step-mum.