Dougal's grave.
A very, very sad thing happened today. Dougal died and is now lying dead, underground, by the running track. We were about to go out to play when Edie announced that Dougal was dead. When I heard I went to see him then hid in my room and cried for about ten minutes before we went down to bury him. It was a sad moment.
[Lesley adds] Edie has been caring for Dougal for the last few days, while Freda was staying at Lao Yang's house. She's been a pillar of strength during his demise, mashing up food, giving him Calpol, letting him snuggle on her lap. We were waiting for him to die, in fact, though we didn't know how long it would take. By this morning he could barely walk but dragged himself out of his bed for a final goodbye. He was a tough wee character. In true Chinese Buddhist style, Edie made a small book and wrote Dougal's name in it, to burn at his graveside. The children struggled to light the book and had to use the frisbie as a wind-break.
The other small grave, in the foreground, is where Edie buried "Goldie", the goldfish that died two days ago. As Freda said after their small ceremony, "Everything is breaking now mum, even our pets". As the time for us to leave approaches, it's true that many of our household things are falling apart. Perhaps it really is time to leave.
The other small grave, in the foreground, is where Edie buried "Goldie", the goldfish that died two days ago. As Freda said after their small ceremony, "Everything is breaking now mum, even our pets". As the time for us to leave approaches, it's true that many of our household things are falling apart. Perhaps it really is time to leave.
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