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Spawn 2019
Always around the time of my birthday my frogs lay their spawn, no exception this time. Net was needed to protect it from the hungry predators 聽who couldn’t wait to put their beaks and claws into frogs’ caviar 馃槈 Zawsze mniej wi臋cej po moich urodzinach, 偶aby sk艂adaj膮 skrzek i tym razem nie zawiod艂y – siedemnastego marca w stawiku pojawi艂 si臋 efekt 偶abich zalot贸w, kt贸ry od razu musia艂am przykry膰 siatk膮, aby przetrwa艂. Historia kijanek 2019 ju偶 wkr贸tce 馃檪
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First Django pics
So today I dug out the first pictures of Django sent to us by Sion, the lady who was selling him. My heart melted.
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Happy 2019
We welcomed it chilling out on the sofa watching to Polish TV (well, I was, Paul not so much ;-D). A bottle of cava in our hands went pretty quickly. I haven’t posted in six months, omg, just realised! Time flies so quickly…So much happened – I started singing again and felt more energised, happier and relaxed. Django is a fantastic, caring little pup who makes me smile, laugh, who brought sanity back into my life. I was so depressed after losing Bigos. I realised I was much closer to my dog than to many of my family members. He wasn’t “just a dog”, it’s not “just a dog business”…
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With us
He’s coming home. Runcorn phoned, we can come and collect him. We took our little fluffy cloud to the hospital hoping he’d recover but it wasn’t meant to be. All I can do now is fill my necklace I got for myself with his ashes. We took Django with us to the hospital and needless to say, the anaesthesiologist couldn’t stop kissing him. The quote of today: ” I love the smell of their sweaty paws”, she said talking about puppies 馃檪 Wiedzia艂am, 偶e je艣li pochowam moj膮 w艂ochat膮 chmurk臋 w domowym ogrodzie, to nigdy si臋 nie przeprowadz臋, nie sprzedam domu, nie p贸jd臋 do przodu. Mo偶e infantylne, ale tak by by艂o.…
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Django
5 days, this is how long I was able to stand the silence. I hated it, I despised it, I wanted it out of my life. Not hearing Bigos’ paws on the stairs, not hearing his snoring, not being able to put my hands in his fur and give him a hug was a torture. I kept crying and crying and I realised that I’m on the way to get seriously depressed. So I chose preloved.co.uk and started looking for a pup that would be nothing like Bigos. DIfferent breed, different name, complete opposite. We found the farm in Powys, the owners just welcomed a litter of border-collie pups. Only…
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Signs
I believe in signs, I really do. Yesterday we all went for a walk up in Moel Famau. Dad took thousands of pictures and when he came back home looked through them. Then he Face-Timed me saying I’m not gonna believe this particular one. Now, before you put a label of a mad person on me, let me explain. It was cloudy, there was no sun, noone saw anything. One may not believe in anything like that and that’s OK. But It brought me comfort. This picture was taken on the day Bigos was cremated. White ray of light coming from the tree branches. You can almost see a silhouette…
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Moel Famau
5 hours walk up to Moel Famau. Bigos made it only once. From the top of the Moel Famau mountain you can see all the places we lived together. I left a woolen dog and a black ribbon up there. Spotted a field of heather with a solitary, cotton -like plant in the middle. Beautiful. i聽Dzi艣 ca艂膮 rodzin膮 przez 5 godzin szli艣my na szczyt Moel Famau. Bigos wspi膮艂 si臋 tam tylko raz. Ze szczytu wida膰 w艂a艣ciwie wszystkie miejsca, w kt贸rych mieszkali艣my razem. Powiesili艣my wst膮偶k臋, po drodze znale藕li艣my samotny krzak bawe艂ny, kt贸rego kwiaty przypomnia艂y nam wszystkim bia艂e, Bigosowe futerko… Leczymy si臋 wspomnieniami.
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End is a beginning of something new.
It wasn’t a deciding night, there were deciding hours. At 23.00 we took the decision to euthanise. I’ve got no tears left to cry. Bigos was with me almost from the very beginning of my new life in the UK. I can’t tell you how much I miss him already, I have no words. I need to believe this is a beginning of something new. Below: the first and the last picture I’ve ever taken of my beautiful fluffy cloud. I love you so much <3 To nie by艂a decyduj膮ca noc, to by艂y decyduj膮ce godziny. O 23.00 podj臋li艣my decyzj臋 o u艣pieniu. Byli艣my z nim do ostatniego momentu. Nie mam 艂ez.…
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Deciding night
We’ve had a wonderful month with Bigos. He was so happy and healthy, being able to sleep and enjoy life. Full four weeks. The nightmare started yesterday. He stopped weeing and although everything supposed to be OK, wasn’t. We took him to Runcorn Hospital, they told us they are very hopeful, he peed, he is gonna be fine, but then a few hours after another phone call – things are getting worse but could improve, we need to wait. If there is another phone call in the evening, it means that we need to go to say our last goodbyes. I hope noone calls. Before we took him to the…
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Kefir and honey ice cream for dogs
Ok, so… If your dogs needs good gut bacteria and is not lactose intolerant, you can help him by making kefir and honey ice- cream cubes. Bigos absolutely loves them and it;s a massive immune booster as well as gut helper. Dissolve two heap spoons of honey in a small bottle of kefir (you can buy a very good quality kefir in Polish shops) and freeze it. One once a day is enough to help your dog who is undertaking an antibiotic treatment. You can purchase a very good honey called BeeComplex in Polish grocery stores – it’s got bee pollen, propolis and royal jelly. Delicious! Obieca艂am – dotrzymuj臋…
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Things are looking pretty well!
He’s recovering. Sleeping very well, eating, resting. My god, when I think we could have lost him a month ago my heart stops. He is being more and more active, wagging, wants to play. I am so grateful. SO GRATEFUL. Co tu du偶o m贸wi膰 – Bigos wraca do dobrej kondycji szybciej, ni偶 przypuszczali艣my! Kiedy pomy艣l臋, 偶e miesi膮c temu mog艂o go ju偶 z nami nie by膰, to w艂osy je偶膮 si臋 na g艂owie. Tymczasem psisko wcina za dwoje, chce biega膰 na spacery i bawi膰 si臋 zaraz po drzemkach. Jednym s艂owem – sukces. Wida膰 wyra藕nie, 偶e pies nie tylko ma ogromn膮 ochot臋 do 偶ycia, ale te偶 to, jak bardzo jest wdzi臋czny. Czasem, zanim…
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Spring 2018
Birds are building nests, the cherry tree is blossoming and I can hear bees and bumble bees pollinating the flowers from the far distance. Newt’s family got bigger, Makron came back (a lovely, fat toad), hyacinths’ scent is beautifully overwhelming. Bigos is at home, getting better, sleeping mostly outside on the grass. Life is beautiful. <3 W drzewach kilka gniazd, wi艣nia kwitnie (pszcz贸艂 i b膮k贸w tyle, 偶e ca艂y ogr贸d huczy od d藕wi臋ku skrzyde艂ek), kijanki rosn膮 a traszki chyba r贸wnie偶 powi臋kszy艂y rodzin臋 ( jest ich bodaj ju偶 sze艣膰!). Bigos w domu, Makron wr贸ci艂 na w艂o艣ci a s艂o艅ce pojawia si臋 na niebie coraz cz臋艣ciej.聽Hiacynty pachn膮 po prostu cudnie i powoli wabi膮 motyle.…
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Prodigal son returns
I’m talking about a toad. A special toad which quite happily spends time on my hand and has been living in my garden zoo for a while. Then something happened. Makron disappeared and I was almost sure it got eaten by some kind of predator, until today! After a year of absence here he is – back in the garden, in the same place. Bigger, more handsome and oh so pretty. Welcome back! 馃檪 Mowa o ropusze. Pami臋tacie Makrona, kt贸remu chcia艂am dogodzi膰 i zrobi膰 pi臋kny domek, zmieniaj膮c jego ciasn膮 posiad艂o艣膰 na wypasion膮 chat臋? Makron wyprowadzi艂 si臋 z nowej posiad艂o艣ci po dw贸ch dniach a ja mia艂am wyrzuty, 偶e w og贸le grzeba艂am…
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Bigos at home
Weak but happy to be with us. He was crying when we were taking him home, he knew were he was going. With a plastic collar on his neck to prevent him from licking wounds he came back home. We immediately replaced his plastic collar with a cushion collar, which was so much more comfortable for him. I hope everything is gonna be better from now on. I hope he will recover quickly now. It feels so amazing to have him back. I’m taking a long, deep breath. Everything’s gonna be OK. S艂aby, ale szcz臋艣liwy, 偶e ju偶 z nami! Krzycza艂 i p艂aka艂 ze szcz臋艣cia, kiedy nas zobaczy艂. Wypisany do domu…
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Emergency food
They phoned us, he’s not eating, he refuses. He always hated canned food anyway, so I had to cook him a few meals, bring it to the hospital and see if it works. We haven’t even made it home when they called us – he was scoffing all the food like mad. They are thrilled! We bought some more delicious ingredients and brought it back to the hospital. I couldn’t see him, but he knew it’s momma’s home made food, I’m sure. I am so happy he eats. Szpitalne jedzenie niestety nie jest atrakcyjne dla Bigosa :D. Ma艂y diabe艂 przesta艂 je艣膰 (dzie艅 wcze艣niej ju偶 by艂 tak g艂odny, 偶e pono膰 wci膮艂…
