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Writer's pictureCathie Rooyen

Mushy feels

Saturday 29th April 2023.


At 5.30am, I heard Harley, the Labrador, bark and I'd had enough of trying to sleep so I got up to let him go do his business. I was surprised by how dark it seemed but the sunrise was quickly behind the first trip to the lawn.



Mid morning the Fibre installation guys arrived to repair the cable. I was very surprised it being Saturday mid-long weekend and all. They sorted it out in about an hour and suddenly Netflix was on offer again.


I noticed that the series 'Firefly Lane' had new episodes so I started watching them. With 2 episodes to go to the end, which by now I knew it was going to be a tearjerker, my sister and her husband arrived back from their 2 week holiday.  The afternoon rain had darkened the valley and I managed to leave them, just before it was completely dark. The rainy roads glistening made my drive to my next stop a short 6km away,  rather tricky as I tried to remember where the potholes were. But I managed, incident free.


After settling in, I continued with my sad series and had a good cry about it all. It reminded me of how lucky I am to have loved so many special people that are no longer with me. It also made me reflect on how much love I have and all the special people in my life who make this lifetime a fantastic journey. It also makes me feel honoured to have been able to spend so much time with other people's dogs and to let myself feel their love. I borrow the dogs while living this nomadic way, as it's the first time in my adult life that I don't have my own furry comfort. I'm just feeling grateful and emotional tonight and it's all good.


Love you!



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