I said goodbye to my old girl. Boy, do I miss that smile. Can't believe it's been a whole year.
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Mr Vintage has been bombarding me with very cute pictures of Staffy pups in the hope that I will agree to getting a new puppy.
The problem is though, is it too soon after the loss of my beloved China? He has some valid points for why now is a good time, with me at home for a few months before looking for another casual job, we won't have to leave a puppy home alone a lot.
But is it too soon? Will it ever be "the right time"?
He has, in fact, been wanting a new puppy since our other dog, Jack, ran away (for the 1,345th, and the last, time) about 4 years ago. I wanted China to live out her twilight years in peace and quiet, and he agreed, which is why now he so keen to get another one.
Is there meant to be a set mourning period, or am being too morbid about it? Does anyone have any thoughts? I would love to hear them.
All puppy images found on the net, although that white one looks very much like China as a puppy, not quite as cute though.
Thank you so much for all your condolences on the loss of my dog, China. When I was growing up I always wanted a dog, but Mum wasn't a dog person so I could never have one. Out on my own we (my then boyfriend, my now husband) decided to get a dog. The first dog we had was a bit of an escape artist so we decided to get another dog to keep him company. He never really belonged to anyone, but he was more my husbands dog than mine. We wanted a female dog and knew it just had to be a Staffy. We found a litter of all white Staffies, and although I didn't think I wanted an all white dog, I thought it was worth a look. We walked in to see these seven little white staffy pups and I almost squealed with delight at the sight of them. I crouched down to take a better look and they crowded around yapping and tails wagging. There was one that caught my eye. She was so unbelievably white, little porcelain like tummy, just like fine bone China. She tugged on the drawstring hanging from my shorts and seemed to pull me towards the door. I was smitten. Of course I had to have her. When she cried in the night, whimpering for her mother, I would sneak downstairs like a child and bring her back into bed with me. Snuggled up beside me she would sleep contentedly, nuzzled against my heart. She was once again nuzzled against my heart when she went from this world and I hope that brought her some peace, just like on those first nights away from her mother and siblings. I miss you girl, there will never be another one like you, ever.
It's going to be a bit quiet around here for a bit. Bear with me. Today I have to say goodbye to my old girl, China. 14 years doesn't seem like enough. How do I say goodbye to that face?
Love ya heaps girl, thanks for the memories.

My poor baby doesn't like storms. And she doesn't like being photographed in them either!
And on a completely unrelated topic, Happy Birthday Mr Vintage! Love you heaps, hope you're enjoying your day!
You may (or may not) remember when I blogged here about my little China girl having major surgery that she wasn't really expected to live through.

Look at her now, 13 years old and acting like a pup! She's one tough old bitch! When I grow up, I want to be as tough as her !
This week I'm putting my own creative spin on my creative space.
The last few days have been filled with finding creative ways to get one very stubborn 13 year old purebred Staffy to eat 2 tablets twice a day. No mean feat, let me tell you!
The old girl has cancer. She should be able to live quite fine with this, according to her vet, for the rest of her days. She did however have one large tumour that needed to be removed. The vet wasn't sure if she would make it through the surgery, but thought she deserved the chance. And in true Rock Star fashion, she came through with flying colours!
I have been playing around with photos of her, I guess that's also creative?!
Here she is. My little China Girl.
For much more creative spaces than my own, head over to Kirsty's and see who else is playing along.