A short journal entry…
Feeling sad… wish I can stop myself thinking about this, but the unwelcome thought keeps on coming back. Tjommie, my dog, you are thirteen years old, and the time is slowly creeping nearer to take you away. Yes-yes, I know it’s life, but I want you to be here forever. It may sound strange, but with you here my life seems so “normal”. Whatever that is.
Sometimes you are so lively like a puppy, maybe the rescue shelter got your age wrong.
Love to snooze 
With oldest friend Softy, lady of the house 
Friends with Pieta, Softy’s child 
Love riding in the car 
Asking for snack 
Favourite relaxing position 
Where are you mole? 
Before being scared of water 
First photo at new home 
His favourite toy, his washcloth 
Always lovable
You saved my life and still do on the days my demons keep me company.
Love you Tjommie.
Odd Colours 