Month: April 2019

Picture of Janey in the snow taken 12/12/2017.

She wasn’t bothered about lying down in cold snow. She seemed to enjoy it.

Janey from 7th October 2018 standing on my legs to have a chat with me.

Life with Janey

She taught me how to be patient.
She got me to get up early in the mornings and not lie in bed.
She taught me not to walk about the house in just my pants.
She taught me how to laugh.
She made sure I had plenty of exercise every day.
She made sure I didn’t watch too much TV.
She made me listen to the radio, TV and music at low levels.
She made me bring the PC downstairs so I wasn’t shut away.
She taught me how to take better photos.
She taught me how to look after dogs.
She taught me not to spend too much time on Twitter.
She taught me how to walk properly when I had her lead in my hand.
She taught me how to relax in 1 second.

The house is very quiet.
I don’t have to leave the conservatory door open till bedtime.
I don’t have to get up in the morning to let Janey out.
I can get up in the night without disturbing her.
I’m not tripping over her food and water bowls making her jump.
Nobody is following me around from room to room.
Nobody is coming up the stairs after 5 mins to watch me in the bathroom.
Nobody is watching me wash, shave and brush my teeth.
Nobody is watching me in the bath.
Nobody sniffs at letters and parcels delivered by the Postie or others.
When I open the door I don’t have to stand at the side.
When I come into the house I don’t have to carefully open the door.
When I go out there’s nobody watching me from the hall window.
When I come back from the shops nobody rushes out to the car to look in the boot.
When I carry bags into the house nobody sniffs at the contents.
I don’t have to scoop the poop in the garden.
When I go out I no longer have to carry poop bags in my back pockets.
There is no one to chase flies around the house and snap at them.
There is no one to watch Next Doors Cat.
There is no one rushing down the garden and diving into my lap.
There are no new nose prints on the windows and doors.
There are no new dark fur marks on the edge of doors.
There are no mysterious mud splatters on the wall or TV.
The rugs now stay in place and don’t wander across the floors.
When I go out I can’t walk straight as I have no shoulder bag or dog on a lead.
There is no bundle of fur on the sofa or bed twitching and yodelling.
Without Janey sleeping on the bed the duvet always slides off now.
When I cut the grass there is no-one watching and ready to dash out when I say ‘Okay’.
When I hang washing out I no longer have to leave space for Janey to walk underneath.
When the washing is out I no longer have to leave gaps so I can keep an eye on Janey up the garden.
I don’t need to let Janey out last thing at night for her ablutions.
There’s no need for me to say anymore ‘Stretch your front legs and your back legs and shake your head’ when she went outside.
There’s no one to take for a walk.
There’s no one to put a collar, harness and lead on.
When taking Janey out there’s no need to tell her what the weather is like and to have a nice walk.
When we get back from the walks there’s no one to say ‘What a good girl you’ve been’ to.
After a walk there’s no one to say ‘Let me take your collar and harness off’ to.
There are no water bowls to clean and refill.
There’s no one to prepare doggie meals for.
There is no one to give a biscuit to.
There is no one to carry down the empty loo roll from the bathroom and drop it in the kitchen bin.d
There’s no one to lick the plates and bowls clean.
I won’t feel whiskers on my hand as I hold a trifle or yoghurt pot for Janey to lick out.
There’s no one to give a Dentastix to and listen to it being eaten.
There’s no one slurping water from her water bowl and leaving a trail of water everywhere.
There’s no one to lie in sun puddles panting like mad.
There’s no one to guard the birds in the garden.
There’s no furry head or chin to stroke.
There’s no furry face to kiss.
There’s no waggy tail to hold like it’s a ships tiller.
There’s no one to catch a ball thrown up the garden and bring it back all slobbery time after time.
There’s no one to burst footballs in minutes.
There’s no one to drive me mad with a squeaky toy.
There’s no more feeling of relief when a squeaky gets de-squeaked.
There’s no one to share a chip with.
There’s no one to cook a sausage for and watch it disappear.
There’s no one to say ‘time for bed’ to and watch as she dashes up the stairs and leaps on the bed.
Then there’s no one to say ‘Here comes daddy and he’s sneaking up the stairs to little Janey who’s jumped on the bed’ when going upstairs each night.
There’s no one lying on your legs in bed that you have to say ‘odge up’ to.
There’s no one to make little cries when the Postie has been.
There’s no one to pick up the letters and carry them to me and drop them on my lap.
There’s no one to bark loudly at the binmen collecting the bins.
There’s no one to rush up the garden to greet the neighbour when I say their name.
There’s no one to slurp tea out of my mug.
There’s no one to embed doggy hair in all of my clothes and throws permanently.
There’s no one to lie upside down on the sofa with their legs up the sofa back.
There’s no one dangling their head off the side of the sofa.
There’s no one weeing on the grass and making pretty yellow patterns.
I can make a noise without making Janey jump.d
There’s no one to let me clear their nostrils out with my finger when they get bunged up.
There’s no one to leave a layer of doggy hair over every floor and under the furniture.
There’s no one to brush and get bagful’s of fur from.
There’s no one shedding fur in the conservatory that the robins can collect for their nests.
There’s no one to blame those funny smells on.
There’s no need to say “I’m only going to the shops, I won’t be long” anymore.
There’s no one to say ‘sorry’ to when I’ve accidentally trodden on a paw.
There’s no one to say ‘bless you’ to after a sneeze or two.
There’s no one to watch and count their breaths.
There’s no one to say ‘quiet’ to when somebody you don’t want to see knocks on the door.
There’s no little collection of her old medicines in the cupboard.
There’s no doggy food or treats in her doggy food cupboard.
There’s no one to push you out the way to stick their head in the fridge or cupboards when they’re opened.
There’s no one to zoom madly in circles round the garden.
There’s no one to dance in the garden when the first snow has fallen.
There’s no one waking you up quickly in the night with a loud noise to clear a hair from her throat.
There’s no more sick to clear up from the occasional dodgy stomach.
There’s no one to say ‘allez oop’ to to make them jump on the sofa or bed.
I can put my slippers on without Janey dashing madly up the garden and doing a twirl or three.
I can lock or unlock the door without Janey dashing to my side by the door.
There’s no one to lick the gravy off the oven gloves.
There’s no one to wee on the molehills in the fields.
There’s no one diving in the bushes for a poo when out walking.
Forgetting there is no one with you and when walking up to a road junction you say ‘sit’ and ‘walk’.
Forgetting I still have a ‘dog home alone’ card in my wallet.
There’s no need to have my meals arranged around Janeys mealtimes.
When visiting people I can no longer say I have to get back for Janey.
The ping of the microwave no longer brings Janey into the kitchen.
I don’t need to buy cameras or upgrade, I’ve nothing to photograph now.
When I make a sudden movement in my chair Janey doesn’t leap up all alert.
When I lock or unlock the doors no one furry appears.I can leave the laptop open on the sofa.
I can put bleach down the toilet without having to take Janey for a walk.
When I stand at the back door looking around there is no Janey standing at my left side also looking around.
I don’t have to explain to Janey the doorbell was not ours it was on the TV.
I don’t have to turn the sound down if a squeaky ball is on the TV/radio/video.
I don’t have to worry about burglars breaking in and hurting Janey when she’s alone.
I can buy the cheese I like instead of the cheese Janey likes although it’s the usually same kind.
I can leave knives out on the worktops.
I don’t have to pooper scoop the lawn before I cut the grass.
After cooking chicken and sausage for Janey in her last days to get her to eat I doubt I’ll eat them again.
I’ll never enjoy her splashing about in the brook again.
I’ll never be able to follow her through overgrown fields as she unerringly leads me safely out.
There’s no one here to lap up an egg that’s been accidentally dropped on the floor.
I don’t have to wipe up the pigeon poo in case Janey steps on it.
When I’m cooking in the kitchen there’s no little furry head poking around the door watching me.

Janey setting off for her last long walk just a few days before she passed.

🎵 Oh Lord won’t you send me, a sweet Border Collie… 🎵

“Well I’ve arrived over the bridge. It could do with a lick of paint. Oh My Dog. Look across the field. All those doggies. There’s Mum and Dad and all my brothers and sisters. And all those friends I made on Twitter. I’m off. Catch you later. I’m soooooooo happy. Don’t cry Boss.”

“Hello everydoggy. Janey here. I passed away peacefully at the vets 3pm 15th April 2019 aged 14yrs1m14days. I’ve had a wonderful life thanks to my Boss but I have to move on. Thanks for all the kind words. I love you all. PLEASE don’t reply to the Boss he’s a bit sad now. 😥💔😶”