The World is my Lobster........I never did like oysters






I have felt very miserable and homesick over the last few days, but not felt able to write about it till now, and even so it makes me very sad to think that my little cat Domino is dead.  I wrote about her earlier on.  She was a funny little thing, fiercely independent but very loving and affectionate once you got to know her.  I missed her dreadfully after she left but felt I couldn't take her with me even though I had investigated cat collars with signalling devices, I knew it would just be too stressful for her to come with me in Thebus.  And she lived to hunt which she wouldn't have been able to do with us travelling.  


I would have liked to have sold the house to someone who loved animals and would have taken to her, but they said their youngest child was frightened of all animals and birds, so that was not to be.


Various neighbours and friends had offered to have her, but pretty well all had cats of their own and Domino was a bit of a loner, so I thought she would have probably headed for home and then not been welcome there either.  


I thought I had found her a good home right out in the country away from traffic which she was hopeless with, and no other cats, but apparently she did not come into the house and was found dead in one of the outhouses last week.  It breaks my heart to think of her dying cold and alone in a place she didn't know.


Somehow it has made me very homesick and tearful, and when I went to try and download the photos I had taken at Gretna Green on the phone I came across lots of photos of home taken just before I left, and I felt like Mole in Wind in the Willows thinking of his old home, so familiar and now so far away.


I have spent the evening looking at all the old photos I had of Domino.  


There is a horrid lump in my throat, my heart is physically aching and there are tears trickling down my face, so I am not going to write any more at present.



















































Domino's First Day at The Grange

domino on chair by aga

Domino on the Aga Chair

lamb in the oven

Lamb in The Oven

Domino with the tiniest little lamb we ever had - the afterthought in a set of triplets


Domino in her sheepskin lined Radiator Hammock

With electric heated underpad for days when the central heating was off