I miss my grandmother.
This photo was taken in the 1980s. She died in 2012, at age 92.
She was a huge presence. I always remember Sunday dinner at her house. She would invite everyone and we would have to eat in shifts, because her kitchen was so small. There was so much food on the table, that there was barely enough room for the dinner plates.
She gave me those plates and I have them displayed in my kitchen.
She taught us all to cook Syrian food.
She would be happy to know that I always think of her when I am cooking!
I still miss my Gran (Mums mother) she understood my love of Bling and used to let me play in her Jewellery box. She would also collect the coloured foils from chocolates for me. My first “bling” collection. She gifted me my great great grandmother gold heart and chain on my 21st which I cherish more than anything. Only two pieces made it through to descendants, the other was the Ruby ring (which everyone fought over) but actually had paste Rubies in it. It seems that great Uncle William with a very bad gambling habit got to it as well! The gold heart was worn by my great Grand mother and never taken off so it wasn’t “stolen and sold” to fund his gambling.
And my Heart Dog, Zoomie.
Zoomie was a retired (rescue) racing greyhound. He had been a champion racing dog but retired due to injury. He was huge (43kgs) and fast, very fast. He was so gentle and kind, I used him as a therapy dog to visit the local Nursing homes. Everyone loved him. He appeared in commercials, charity events, was on TV and was the “poster boy” for changing the Muzzling laws here in NSW, Australia (previously even pet greyhounds had to always muzzled when in public because of the mistaken perception that they would chase and kill anything that moved! ) So wrong. It’s a Saluki who wants to do that!Sadly he got bone cancer and after unsuccessful treatment we had to send him over the rainbow bridge.
I miss my sweet Dakota, who passed away 2 months ago. She had some kind of episode on a Friday and the vet said she’d be fine. Unfortunately, by Monday morning, she took a drastic turn for the worse and we had to make the extremely painful decision to let her go. I can’t even express how much I miss her.
This is the best dog that ever existed and he could talk. His big ticket phrases being, Hi, I love you, and I'm hungry. He used to surprise people with the casual walk by Hi! when they'd first meet him. There was a lot of, "Did your dog say hi to me just now?!" He could also grumble say no, no, no. He would also bark Mum, mum! when he wanted me to let him in or my attention. That bark was only for me.
He was famous for escaping to go on the circuit to visit the neighbors and their kids/dogs. He was beloved by all. He knew how gently to play depending on who he was playing with. He was never rough. He would pull the kids on their sled in the yard. He watched over them. He was a hugger. He was a smiler. He taught our other puppy Leeloo everything she needed to know, how to be. We just let him. He did most of the work for us. How he loved her.
We were with him when he went suddenly at the age of ten after a great day. Too early. It's been two years and I can barely get this out without breaking down. His ears smelled like cinnamon. There is so much more that he was, that he did. How could he have been just some dog? He was everything to me. He was mine. His name was Virgil.
To say that I miss him doesn't begin to cover it.
I am so sorry for all your losses.
You are very fortunate to have had (and I am sure you still have) so much unconditional love in your life.
(((Hugs))).
Miss not taking her out everyday and meeting other doggie friends and just being outside. Miss her funny ways, moaning to be fed at 4.30pm everyday, even though she knew dinner time was 5pm. Miss how she’d take herself off to bed at 9pm and sit and wait for her bedtime biscuit then settle herself down till morning. She’d wait patiently till we came down, then rush to her bowl for breakfast, then settle down on her bed till it was time for her walk. 
but you are right; we have hope to see them soon and safely.
My sweet 15 year old Maltese, Quincy. We put him to sleep on Thursday. I am very sad
Our partnership is getting stronger every day and it seems crazy that I can't see him whenever I want! Unfortunately, I live in a city and he would probably not be thrilled about sleeping in my dining room.
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