I heard the clip clop of the ponies’ hooves when I was sipping coffee in the kitchen. Roger barked as they passed the kitchen window and I could hear the twins scampering across the bedroom floorboards to watch from the window seat.
The ponies return is a big deal on Cwm Road
Not fully caffeinated, I marshalled the Welsh and we drove to Parisellas in Colwyn Bay for breakfast. It was cold but we sat outside and shared a table. By force of habit Mary sat on her own seat. Roger sat on the floor making googoo eyes at any passing dog.
I ordered a flame hot americano and a sausage bap which we shared
A group of people opposite seemed amused by Mary’s politeness and asked about her.
She’s my old girl I told them and they smiled at her obvious age, the slightly milky eyes, the patchy coat then they “ oohed and aahed” as she sat in my knee, warming herself inside my coat flaps
She is an old gal, not that long for this world now
And as I thought that, I enjoyed the thump, thump thump of her heart as she pushed herself against my chest, and I sipped at my coffee
Beautiful tribute to Mary and your heart.
ReplyDeleteGrand. Owning pets is a delightful and eventually heartbreaking option. But what would we be without them?
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story and I love the picture of Mary snuggled inside your coat so you could feel her heartbeat, sharing both warmth and love. It seems so recent that you considered her having a litter but suppose years have passed since then.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to have the ponies back in the field!
Hugs!
Somehow your photos of Mary make me happy and sad in equal measure.
ReplyDeleteJackie said it exactly. Happy and sad.
ReplyDeleteBlinking back a tear at the thought of dear Mary snuggled inside your coat. xx
ReplyDeleteSweet, loving Mary. The is the best.
ReplyDeleteIt is great to see the ponies.
I hope that Mary has a long and contented old age.
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