A sad weekend - our lovely cat Beatrice has finally gone. She was almost fifteen... the second to go from the litter of three we adopted so many years ago... Just Rupert left.
We have many happy memories and I can see her grave from the kitchen window.
The house is so quiet without her. Shed a lot of tears.
Forever remembered for her appetite and smoochy nature...
On a happier note I had dinner out at Burnham and met new baby Poppy.
So gorgeous. Two weeks old and tiny and precious.
Was lovely to have cuddles.
Then I found out a friend's husband had died...suddenly. Very hard for her and I know what a shock it would have been. It reminded me of hearing about Arch's death. Even harder to cope with the fact it has been five years since he died. Pre-earthquake. So much has changed. Life plays out its triumphs and tragedies and we just go along for the ride. It is good to take stock of the highs as well as the lows.
We have recovered from our week of three birthdays in the family - Alex, Jess and Kirsty all share the same week. At least it means we get to do a lot of celebrating, and eat a lot of cake! Haven't got all the pictures taken back yet so can't post any.
Meanwhile, Kirsty has returned to her studies in Dunedin and says it is freezing down there too - It is -4C here tonight but not snowing yet. The days have been sunny and this week I am enjoying some time off and looking forward to another trip to Nelson. Here's hoping the snow doesn't disrupt travel plans!