It was the Flower Show Committee meeting tonight, a meeting which always goes on a bit, as it is the first after the Show in August. It was dark when I got home ( a sign that autumn is officially here) and so after feeding the dogs and taking them out for a walk, we all settled down under the living room standard lamps to snooze.
Over the past nine months or so, Meg has been suffering from " absences' or petit mal fits. On average she experiences them once every two weeks or so, and her symptoms generally consist of vagueness, aimless repetitive behaviour and disorientation which lasts no longer than two minutes or so. Other than that , she remains a fit and health elderly Welsh terrier.
Tonight she suffered one of these " mini fits" as she sat on my knee, and after the usual bout of confusion, I laid her down on the floor to sleep it off for a few moments.
As she peacefully slept off her neurological insult, I watched over this little scruffy dog who had become such an important part of our lives over the past decade or so.With her little baby milk teeth, sad needy expressions and nervous , battling personality, she is not the easiest of canine characters to deal with but I have always been moved by her stubborn loyalty to me, who she sees as her constant pack leader.
I watched her steady breathing and tiny little twitching feet for a long while and I thought
How funny it is that this, a little scrap of a dog, has such a powerful grip on me. Especially as she gets older ........with hints of grey in her muzzle hair and a cloudy look in her sad eyes.