Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A hole where a cat used to be.

Where did the "Rainbow Bridge" concept  appear from ?   When someone's companion animal dies they say it crosses the Rainbow Bridge and will be waiting for their human when they die.

If the Rainbow Bridge exists, will the calves and chickens and pigs we have eaten be waiting for us too, but with a less welcoming demeanor than our beloved pets ?

I ask because this afternoon I took dear old Roswell to the vet and only one of us returned home.  

Snoozing three days ago in front of the fire

Over the last few days Roswell showed obvious signs of having difficulty getting enough air into his lungs.  His thin sides heaved from the effort.

The vet listened to his heart and lungs, informed me he was in heart failure and said "It's time".

I suspected when I went that that would be the outcome, but part of me hoped...  

It's at times like this that you realize what a painful thing love can be.  That silly sweet pain in the ass cat had no idea that as I held him and stroked him in his fuzzy blanket that he was about to die.  I stroked him and cried quiet tears.  My head still aches from those tears and tears.  At the time I could see how he fought to breathe -- and then he didn't. It's rare to see the reality of death.  Here now.  Now gone.  GONE not to be called back by all the love in the world. Comforting words spoken.  "Just sleep sweetie.  Just go to sleep".   Then wishing those eyes would open and gaze upon you one more time but knowing that you would not wish him back into this realm the way he was.  

Yup.   Love hurts.

Still ...

I missed his shrill "meow" as I walked back in the door; tonight I'll miss his nudges as he demands I lift the bed sheets so that he can track his litter covered paws into my bed and I'll miss his painful snaggle tooth scraping across my cheek asking for attention.

I know Roswell is out of pain and he didn't suffer fear about death.  That is left to me.  To wonder where my little friend is now and where I will go when it is my turn.

And if we will see each other again.

What do you think ?

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Do you believe in magic ?

Over near Fundy there was a special walk today; a Fairy walk along a short woodland trail on Black Rock Road.

A Fairy Welcome

Visitors were greeted by a charming leafy Elf who handed out riddles to be solved along the way and gave directions.

The walk through the woods was presented as a fund raiser for the Black Rock Trail system.  

Some of the visitors even had wings !

Excited children and their parents "ooo'd" and "aaaaah'd" as they spied Fairy homes and hidey holes of stealthy Gnomes


Wait.  What's that I hear ?   A harmonica being gently played.  Where is the player ?   
Do you see him ?

Don't forget to look up.  Some magical creatures are overhead.

And now I hear a flute.  Far off.  Playing softly in the wood.  Do Elves play flutes ?

Apparently this one was being played by a Cardinal !

Fairy walks aren't just for the young; they're for the young at heart.

Friends Ros and Terry (and dog Bella) seemed to know everyone there.
A wandering minstrel or an Elf in disguise ?

After the woods walk, visitors could go into the community hall to make their very own Fairy homes to take home.  


Wendy and Sooki had waited patiently in the car (windows down / water available) while I went on the Fairy walk, so on the way back home I exited the 101 at Exit 4.  

If you're ever in the area I suggest you do the same.


Exit 4 takes one to the Gypsum cliffs which magically glow white in the bright sun.

The last time I came the tide was out and the river was just a few inches deep; this time it was high tide.  

Sooki standing on the top of the dyke while Wendy and I walk in the field below.  The dykes were built in the 1700's to create farm land and to keep the salty tide waters at bay.

Here the banks of the river are encroaching on a farm path as the tide has reached its peak. 

Autumn in Nova Scotia is generally long and mild.  It's loveliness is balanced off by our chilly lousy late Springs.

Wendy chased her ball and Sooki snuffled around in the long grass chasing imagined prey.

Just another magical day in my little corner of the World.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

A good lost and a bad lost.

Last week I met up with chums Ros (say "Roz") and her hubby Terry at the Noggins Corner Farm corn maze up in the valley.

This year's maze design was in honour of Canada 150.

Ros was wicked good at figuring out our route through the maze.

In fact she was so good that we didn't get lost.   So .... I felt obliged to take the map from her and just start making random turns in order to see if we could get lost and then still find our way out.

Along the way there were stations where one would read facts and perhaps do a rubbing to add to a sheet that you take through the maze.  These stations are to help educate children who come on school trips to visit the maze.  Being children at heart we joined in the learning experience.

Despite my best efforts to get us lost, Ros not only got us back on track but stopped to help a group of kids who were trying to find their way back out of the maze.

 What a fun way to pass a couple of hours with good friends.


In contrast I had a very different "lost" experience Tuesday last.

The dogs and I went for a nice pre-lunch walk at 11 am at Sandy Lake Park.  It's a marvellous off leash park (from October - June) with some wide road trails and some woodsy clear trails.  I enjoy meandering through the woods.

It was a lovely day that steadily warmed as we walked.

We followed several trails that we'd walked before.  When the trail we were on crossed a wider trail, rather than turning right onto that wider trail as I had in the past I followed the trail onto the far side and kept following it.  It was well trod and clear.  

Would it be spoiling my tale if I told you that that was a pivotal mistake and lead to my subsequent state of "lostness" ?

There were even blue ribbons on trees marking the trail.  Sadly I had made an assumption that these trails would all loop back to my starting point ... 

as you have no doubt guessed that was a very wrong assumption.

Just because a tree has a ribbon on it doesn't mean jack shit in this case.

Blissfully unaware, I walked on ... and on.   When the trail finally met a power line with a clear ATV trail I thought it was the same power line that ran near the park entrance; sadly it wasn't, but I didn't realize that until I had walked another couple of kilometres.  

Upside down and lost.

It was now too late to turn back so I kept following the trail.  

Through the later part of what was no longer a fun hike, I texted my frustrated daughter to tell her I was a mite lost.  I say "frustrated" because I've done this before, and she's warned me about being more careful.  Luckily I had my phone external charger with me and my two loyal companions who apparently were just as lost as I.

When the trail curved and I saw this power station I knew where I was and it confirmed that I had been walking away from my starting point and was several kilometres and probably a couple of hours from my car.  

I recalled that there was a bit of a cross-country trail that might shorten my walk back.  So with blind determination enhanced by a dose of panic I illogically continued on.

 I knew that this trail should lead to a big open area that I'd visited before.  However at the top it petered out and I was faced with a wall of trees.  I actually blundered forward pushing my way through trees; committing the sin of getting even more lost.  At one point I just sat down but realized that no helicopter was coming to haul me outta there and set off again.  At last I saw some higher rocks and scrambled up them to see where the eff I was.  

I had been here a few years ago and knew there was a trail leading back down to the service road beside the 102.  The trouble was I had to follow three false leads and keep doubling back before I found the correct trail.

I was glad that finally I really knew where I was.

No this isn't my car.  I wasn't gone THAT long

I just wished that it wasn't still a couple of kilometres from my car.   

The dogs would find streams to refresh themselves in when they got hot.  I hadn't brought my water and for the first time all summer I forgot my hat.

I texted Kaitlyn to let her know I was finally on track and she reminded me yet again that I needed to STOP this random exploration.

The dogs and I reached the gravel service road and after a kilometre I scanned the slopes to my right for a path that would lead up into the woods and join up with the Jack Lake Trail which would hopefully lead me back to my car. 

Happily I found it easily but had mis-remembered how far that trail went.  Somehow I thought I was almost back to the car.  I still had a ways to go.

At some point I stopped taking photos or admiring the lovely scenery.

I have no clue how far I walked but I'm guessing 10-15 km.  What began as a one hour walk turned into four hours as I arrived back at my car at 3 pm.

Sooki immediately fell asleep.  

I think I've learned my lesson.