And Haggis makes Three
About five hundred people turned up to my parents' funeral, which was slightly mind blowing. (That and the front page article in the Dundee Courier singing their praises and lamenting their loss.) I stood in front of them all, shaking like a jelly and managed to say a few words, but I didn't break down and cry like I had expected to.
I didn't break down at the crematorium either, even though that was just immediate family. And I was curiously numb as, standing next to my elder brother, I scattered my father's ashes at the top of Norman's Law.
In fact, the closest I've come to losing it so far was when I took Haggis the lucky labrador for a quick walk around the farm steadings prior to driving south. It was quiet and I was (almost) alone, and that's the hardest time. It's just as well I'm working in an office right now.
The reason I was taking Haggis the lucky labrador for a quick walk around the steadings is that he, too, has made the journey south to Wales. I had intended getting a new dog soon - the DevilDog is very old and stiff these days - but I hadn't planned on anything for a few months yet, and I really hadn't planned on a labrador. Haggis, you may recall, arrived but recently on the scene - May of last year to be precise. He somehow managed to survive the accident and escape the wreckage, unlike Gus, Jed and Borgie. And without a scratch. So now he is Haggis the lucky labrador. Or Haggis Neepsandtatties, to give him his proper surname.
all together now... aaaaahhhhh
He's a bit bigger than that now. Well, a lot bigger to be honest. But he's still very much a puppy in attitude. As I type this, he's at home. Whether I have a home left by the time I get back this evening, only time will tell.
On the plus side, I'm going to get fit keeping him exercised.