As you will all have heard, singer Tina Turner died yesterday after a long illness. Mark Knopfler of Dire Straits wrote her hit "Private Dancer" and paid this tribute to her:
"She was a human dynamo. I've never met anyone like Tina."
Death is a constant and always around us (more so than ever these days) and so it fills me with a bone aching sadness to report that we lost our own feline dynamo, Lotte, on Saturday evening; a sudden and traumatic loss that unfolded like a bad dream. As fellow cat subjects will know, they are magical and mesmerising and really get under your skin. Lotte was no different, but she also had an enormous personality and without our constant chats and her head bumps, I feel adrift.
I try to remind myself that Lotte chose us as her companions in this life and for that I'm forever grateful and if, as the ancient Egyptians believed, by some chance there is an afterlife, then I can't think of a better companion.
After notifying the vets, we received this beautiful card containing a heart wrenching poem and a packet of forget-me-not seeds.
In the immediate aftermath of losing Lotte, we all tested positive for Covid and Gareth and I have been feeling pretty rough. I don't say this for sympathy; but rather, by way of explanation for the short post.
I am slowly catching up on Blogland, so bear with me. In the meantime, life goes on and spring is the month for showcasing new life. I'll leave you with a dose of Vitamin N and end on a positive note, with some uplifting photos from recent walks...
|Barley and Vetch|
|Buttercups - a tortoise's dream|
|Lacy phacelia (Borage family member)|
...and a glimpse of what's growing and thriving in the garden.
|Roscastle Black Viola|
|Irish Molly Viola|
Bye for now!