Good morning all! I hope you are well this Monday morning. In England today is a bank holiday which means lots of us are enjoying an extra day off work and also we are experiencing a mini heat wave which is fabulous! We have basically had next to no sunshine since the children finished school so this few days of hot sunny weather is more than welcome! I feel like I start off every Monday Motivation post with a chat about the weather…how very British of me!
I think I need to give a little disclaimer that even though this is my Monday Motivation post I don’t think this one is over motivational. I really tried to come up with something upbeat and positive to write about but there has only been one thing on my mind this last few days and I really feel compelled to write about that. I mentioned a few weeks back that our beautiful dog Polly had been unwell. Sadly we had to make the decision to say goodbye to her on Friday morning as she had stopped eating and the little bits of food I was managing to get into her were just not staying down. She had become so thin and was unable to go for walks anymore and as we knew that she wouldn’t ever be getting any better we new it was time to let her go.
This is something we knew was coming and a decision we thought we would have to make a while ago, but she kept hanging on and at the time it just didn’t feel right. I kept reading that we would know when was the right time, and we absolutely did. Archie was very brave and joined me at the vets where we cuddled Polly until she went to sleep.
I never really wanted a dog. I thought I was allergic and really couldn’t be bothered with muddy footprints and dog hair in the house but somehow Andrew managed to convince me that we needed one and, 8 years ago, we rescued Polly when she was brought over to England from Ireland. Someone had definitely taken time to train her as she was quiet and obedient and very well behaved! It soon became apparent why she had been a rescue dog as she revealed herself to be quite the escape artist. We had only had her a week when I took her shopping to the Co-op in the small town where we lived and tied her outside while I nipped in to get some groceries. I had only been a couple of minutes and was standing at the checkouts when I saw her trotting off out of the car park towards the road! She had chewed through her lead and was heading off into the big wide world again.
This was just the first of many escape attempts when she was spooked or upset by a loud noise. People in our town soon got to know who she was and would regularly return her to the front door before we even realised she was missing. We got to know the routes she took (usually heading for the pub!) and so whenever she disappeared we generally knew where to find her. A few years back a friend had offered to look after her while we went on holiday and, as we were off early on the Saturday, I took her over on the Friday afternoon. At about 9pm on the Friday evening we got a phone call…”Erm…I think I’ve got your dog!”. To this day we have no idea how she got out – we assume through the cat flap but as their garden was completely sealed it was impossible for her to have escaped from there. She clearly wanted to come on holiday with us, so she did!
Polly was loved by so many people, many friends have looked after her and taken her for walks and her gentle loving nature meant she was a favourite of many. As she got older her escape attempts slowed down and she became more settled…this also had a lot to do with the fact that she went very deaf and was no longer scared by loud noises! She absolutely loved being outdoors and, rain or shine, would be at the door – little stumpy tail wagging – waiting for her walk. She also loved the children. When we first brought her home she would come upstairs at Archie’s bedtime and lie by the bed while I read him stories and then when Phoebe was born Polly would lie by her cot every night until she went to sleep. Polly was never a playful dog…she couldn’t chase a stick and bring it back and didn’t have a favourite toy but boy could she run. People often gasped if they saw her chase a cat, “how can a dog with such little legs run so fast?!”. She regularly used to come for runs with us around the lake where we used to live and would often come shooting past having to wait ahead for me to catch up!
In February last year we felt it might be time to get a second dog to keep Polly company. We had moved house and while we were between homes she had spent a month living with friends who had two beautiful Collies. She had clearly enjoyed the company so we thought it would be great to get her a little playmate. To say she was not impressed was an understatement! Her disgust as we brought Bungo into the house for the first time was obvious and we very quickly realised we had probably made a grave mistake! After about 3 weeks she softened and began to tolerate him, even lowering herself to actually play with him from time to time. He of course thought she was the most wonderful dog in the world and adored her. Last Monday, when she began to get so very poorly, Bungo came downstairs and, instead of pouncing on her like he normally would, simply crawled into bed with her and lay down next to her. That is where he stayed – all day. It amazes me how much dogs understand and pick up from our emotions and he clearly knew how poorly she was. Now she is gone, he is so very sad, it breaks my heart.
We had 8 amazing years with Polly, filled with memories we will never forget. She will always have a special place in our hearts. Goodbye my gentle friend – you were one in a million.
I’ve made a short video showing our favourite pictures of Polly – please feel free to give it a watch – it’s only 2 minutes 🙂