I suppose it’s the permanency of the Internet , where things are preserved forever somewhere in the ether which encouraged me to write about my little sidekick Lilly who died on the seventh of this month. She was a Shi-tsu Maltese cross dog and she deserves to be remembered.
Her passing left her sister Deedee and I to continue on, even though I feel certain she will be with us until we meet again in the hereafter. The vets are vague about what eventually killed Lil, probably a heart attack bought on by Cushing’s disease. On the trip to the clinic twenty kilometres before we got there, resting her chin on the very car console she loved to stand on, her eyes told me she was not in pain, but she knew she was leaving us. Her sister was lying alongside her on the way down ,when she died early the next morning, and when we bought her home.
I have grieved for people through my life, but this little dog shredded my heart when she left and I was disinterested in life or responsibility for several days, unable to hold my tears in check when anyone spoke of her. DeeDee who like her sister has a wonderful personality ,was quiet and restless eating nothing except a small rice meal and as I covered Lil in the small grave not far from my window, there was a howl from inside the house. Her mourning seemed to cease after four days and she began adjusting to her current responsibility of teaching her old and cranky human that life goes on after the tears.
Lil never growled, snapped or complained , always greeting people warmly and lying on her back having her stomach rubbed – which was her greatest joy. It’s ridiculous to state that a small dog was such a huge part of my life, but it’s the truth- she and her sister have kept me going through times good and bad. When I tend her grave we will chat about stuff we did together , what is happening in our lives and how the trips here and there have panned out. I will also thank her for her years of love and devotion which she gave so willingly.
Lillpill – if love could heal you could have stayed forever.
Hey check out my car – it’s a four by four,
Crash bars, V8 and a whole lot more –
So if I’m in a city and lost at night
This car gets me home using satellites !
Oh and look at my smart phone – so cool and sleek –
It’s an Android style – it was on sale last week,
Check out the cover – all faux suede,
Oh come on man who cares where it’s made ?
I do Facebook, Tinder – and stuff like that –
Angry Birds , War Games – how not to get fat,
It pays my bills and even waters my lawn –
And ‘Likes’ all my friends- on the date they were born !
I have a wireless notebook that I use at home,
And I live in a complex with a safety zone.
No worries man – I have it all ,
My life is amazing – an absolute ball .
I don’t waste time learning anything else
I can leave all the text books up on the shelf,
Just plug in the headphones and click on to search –
You’ll never see me being left in the lurch.
I don’t need travel or nature – and I don’t need love,
Got Google and You Tube and The Velvet Glove!
Even eating feels good when I order out,
I eat on my own so there’s no need to shout.
Entertainment’s at home and it’s all 3D –
In the media lounge with a wall TV.
I just type in the numbers off my Visa card
And it comes to me man – it’s not that hard.
Life – we each get one and the with a smidgeon of luck the ride will be beautiful with occasional dollops of amazing emotions encompassing love, wonder, serious, frightening, challenging, fulfilling, depressing, happy , joyful, and very often in the early years at least – big quantities of fun. It is most valuable and passes us by quietly , so smoothly and at such speed we often pay it no mind as we handle our day to day stuff.
For me life has been a bit sad lately with a couple of close friends passing away and it made me think how they never completed things they intended to do before they died. Each day we hear of, or experience, this inescapable circumstance within our families, social circle and even personalities we feel we ‘know’ from their fame. Disease and natural disasters are bad enough, but it’s often worse when folks we don’t know on the other side of the world are killed in a stupid, pointless burst of submachine gun fire whilst dancing with friends in a half lit club at two in the morning. My mind stretches unsuccessfully to find a single thing about such happenings which could possibly provide some form of gratification or pleasure to those who perpetrate such acts of barbaric cruelty and evil.
Still, no matter what I think or more importantly what the powers that be think, such tragedies will continue as long as greed and power blend with those susceptible to the persuasive and warped teachings of puppet masters around the globe. It’s hard not to feel down given the media swamping when such horrible things occur. Not much fun in the news lately.
I love where I live, but these happenings make me feel that I need to get away from my habitual daily doings. The plan is to visit local areas for a few days at a time then come back home – reasonably frequent short haul escapes to small towns and places I read about for years and always wanted to see. It may turn out that home is all I need, but at least I will have done some of the things on my bucket list . I’m hoping these little trips will reassure me the whole world is not going crazy and even though nowhere is out of bounds for insurgency, Australia will always be a great place to recharge the soul and bolster my belief in my fellow man.
Life is short and getting way too serious. In addition to that I’m getting closer to the finish line, as are we all , but it seems to be approaching faster now since I have a few kliks on the clock, so I think I will grab my two little dogs and go exploring in the country – just for fun .
I love the way they strut and primp
Gives me goose bumps up and down
I’m personal friends with Irena Shayk
My besty’s Molly Brown .
Worked with Vogue and Robert Cavalli
Doing it all from swimsuits to gowns
Worth more than the total of Silicon Valley
I’m known as The Fashion Hound
I can spot a fake purse at twenty feet
Or a Chinese Gucci stitch
Paparazzi chase me around the streets
I’m famous and mega rich.
On the catwalk stage and beach they stroll
Or in the clubs where the stars abound
If they’re any good – it’s all rock and roll
When they sign with The Fashion Hound
I can put you on the cover of Marie Claire
Calvin Klein might be in town-
He likes to chat about style and taste
He calls me The Fashion Hound.
Get in touch with me if you come to New York
I’ll make time to show you around
You’ll be rich and famous
Beyond your wildest dreams
All thanks to The Fashion Hound.
Music, smiles, love, fraternity.
Nature , animals, plants, water.
War, mayhem, cruelty, destruction.
Religion – where does that fit in ?
Seems to me it’s in line three.
It’s nice to be beautiful
Like me – can you see?
Look at these photos
These photos of me –
On Facebook – all natural
See my smile you agree
That my teeth are so white
In these photos of me.
I love how my hair flips
In this shot near the sea,
And my skin – it just glows
Look my cheeks, are so tight
I’m gorgeous alright….
It’s no secret they love me
And I know that they do,
‘Cos my ‘ likes’ are just over
One thousand and two !