A sad weekend
I hope that your weekend was not as joyless as ours. Let me share our sadness with you.
On Friday evening when all our visitors had gone home Csilla packed her suitcase and went in the garden to say goodbye to our dog whose behaviour had been a little bit unusual all week. She did not want to eat and looked very strange. We thought that she felt that Csilla will go away.
On Saturday morning we woke up quite early because Csilla’s flight took off at 10 am and she had to be at the airport 2 hours earlier. Peter did not want to go to the airport because he did not want to get emotional there so he said goodbye to Csilla at home. We left our house at about half past 7 and went to Bratislava because it takes almost one hour to get there. She checked in after we had arrived at the airport. Her luggage was weighed and she got a boarding card. Then we went to a hall where we waited for some time. We said goodbye to each other and hugged each other. Of course, our eyes were swimming in tears. When her flight was announced she had to go to show her passport at the customs and I lost sight of her….
On the way home my husband and I were sitting in the car silently. In the back of our minds we thought of her. I thought that studying in England is Csilla’s decision and I have to accept it. I have to let her to live her life.
When we arrived home we saw that our dog is seriously ill. She was not sad because Csilla went away. We immediately called a vet who arrived within half an hour. He had a look at her, shot her two injections and said that he would visit her the day after.
Then we felt the need to do something because we did not want to think about Csilla’s flying. I went to the kitchen and started to wash up the dishes that we left because we were in a hurry to the airport. Her mug reminded me of her. Then I made her bed. Her little pillow reminded me of her. The first day is always the worst because everything reminds me of her….and I am not able to take it without crying. I wanted to occupy myself so I baked a lot of croissants filled with peanut butter. I calmed down after she had sent me a text message saying she had arrived and everything was OK.
On Sunday morning we were woken up to the sound of our dog’s whimper. My husband and Peter immediately changed their clothes and went to have a look at our dog. They stroked her, gave her water, reposed her. Unfortunately, she passed away. When the vet arrived she had already been buried and we were in floods of tears. We miss her very much.
On Sunday evening I called Csilla in England to tell her the bad news. She mentioned that she will go to the library on Monday and I am sure that if she is in the library she will read my blog and I did not want her to become aware of our dog’s death from my blog. She was very sad but she said that it was nice to get a chance to say goodbye to her.
I hope that my next blog will not be full of bad news.
Your story is quite funny and made me laugh. When we are abroad on holiday next to the sea we always go to the supermarkets to see some strange food that is typical of the country. We are mainly interested in seafood because in our local supermarkets we can not find it. I did not remember any story similar to yours at the moment. I will put some thought into it and tell you if I come up with anything.
I look forward to reading all your comments.
Anita
Comments
first of all,i like to thank you for the answer.secondly,my heart goes out to you and your family.i am sure your dog's life was very happy with you.lastly, i absolutely understand how sad you are after your daughter has gone.i was weeping all the way home after had said goodbye to my mum at the airport last year.i didn't want to leave my mum and i wanted to stay with her forever,but life has to go on and you have another family who depends on you very much so Anita, cheer up!!!
How sad! I am sorry to hear that your dog died. It is funny how much those animals grow on us; they truly become part of the family. Some people surmise that is a tactic of canines -- act in a way that we adopt them so that they can enjoy a comfortable life.
Hi Anita, It's so sad to hear this news, it's really bad day for you. But don't worry, after a storm comes a calm. Living in new place actually is good experience for young people. Of course, as a mother, you would have worries about if she can take care of herself? I can tell you, definitely yes. Just a few years ago, when i was studying university, i got a change to be an exchange student in New Zealand for half a year. At the beginning, i was also worried if i could really live in a strange place. But i made it and i got good results in my exams as well. Of course, i also made many friends and that period of time is one of the best times in my life. So, no need to worry about your daughter, she will be more independent and mature when you see her next time. :)
Dear Anita, It’s hard to find right words that could console you … I can imagine how your home feels empty now. Only two days ago I looked at the photo of your dog and thought how cute she was. It reminded me about my puppy dog I had lost many years ago and after that I promised myself not to have pets any more … after some time I bought another one. It’s good to hear that Csilla is OK and you could hear her voice. And it’s good that your son wasn’t alone at home when it happened. Anita, thank you for sharing with us that sad news. I hope you feel that our thoughts are with you. All the best to you and your dearest ones.
Anita, don't be too sad.i can read mather's love between your lines .and meantime i think Cilla must be miss you with the same sensibility.To some extent , i 'm sharing Cilla's feeling beacuse i have been left my home for received education and work for ten years .As a daught , we have never forgotten the warm family whatever we are far from our home. take care! i like to read your blog very much which make me touch remote life's scenes.Thanks
HI Anita It's so sad to read your story today. I feel sorry and understand you. I used to have a dog and then one day my grandfather went abroad to Australia, the dog fell ill and passed away... After graduated from High school, I went far away from home for study. At that time I liked a free life far my family but a few weeks after I missed my mum very much. Everytime I called her and came back to visit her, I cried alots. So now when I read your story, I remember that. I hope you will be better tomorrow.
Hello dear Ms Anita, I think it very good to share your sorrows and happiness with another. It is a way to make them bearable. Any way, I accustomed to read your blog everyday. I would like to propose that please don’t stop blogging after your own period time on ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ blog. You can keep your blog readers just by creating a personal blog of your own in blogspa or bmlogfa. You can also have the section of comments and .. If you need more information or construction to create your on blog, please let me know. Good luck for
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