It's coming, I can feel it... spring is racing towards us people, turn round and it will be here This morning was almost light when I left for work at 5.25am, no wind chill and 6 degrees. For most of us in the south east unbothered by floods its been a mild winter, rainy and sodden fields but temperatures above freezing most of the time and some lovely winter blue skies to carry us through..... So, with winter just starting to recede, lets count our blessings this Tuesday morning
Luca had a birthday cake last night to celebrate being a resident of Kitchen Cottage for 2 months. It takes me time to bond with an animal, I'm not a "I love him already" when I've just seen a picture, but I am now bonded with Luca.
In fairness Luca makes bonding with him very easy, firstly he's blind so can believe me when I tell him how gorgeous I am and secondly, he needs me with all his little heart. He pines when I go to work and is overcome with excitment when I return. Even when John tries to take him outside in the morning, he won't go. He LOVES his cuddles, snuggling up to me on a sofa is his idea of heaven, if he was a cat, he would purr.
What I love most is that, for the first 9 or 10 years of his life he has known a chain, abandonment, the street and the shelter. He has known cold and he has known hunger. He has known unbelievable fear (when they caught him they needed to use a tranquilizer gun and he's only 11kg!) and he has known sadness and misery (for a year in a shelter he didn't move from the concrete floor in the corner even though the wee rolled in towards him).
I love now that he has HIS place on the sofa which he likes, that he knows underfloor heating and is always warm. That sometimes he will only go out long enough to do a quick wee because its cold and he doesn't like the cold. I love that he is a obsessive cheese monster and can smell it at 100 paces. I love that he now has just learned to play and will chase and retreive the ball with a bell in I bought at Wilko's. I love that he loves being cuddled despite not having human contact all his life.... and most of all, I love that for Luca abandonment, fear, cold and hunger will recede from his dominant memory and he will replace it with warmth, comfort, a full tummy and a rubbed tummy.
So, for little Luca, I am glad I spent a ridulous amount of money bringing a middle aged, blind bulgarian mongrel to the UK... and that I still don't have a watch or a Kitchenaid.
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