and the heart bracking sadness of Bob dying suddenly yesterday.
For those of you who did not know Bob he became my constant companion when I came home from hospital after brain surgery. He was always on my shoulder or into mischief.
He would hide in the quilts I was making, put buttons in my cup of coffee and harass my husband for his breakfast. His favourite was toast and jam. He would hide down my shirt and grab my knitting needles causing stitches to fall off. He sat on the shower rose while I showered and rubbed his head against my cheek when sitting on my shoulder . Run pigeon-toed along the bench to pinch cornflakes from our bowl. Magazines were not safe he would chew them while you were reading and put the paper into his feathers to make a nest. Bob was with me when I started my blog, sitting on my shoulder head butting me for attention. He would climb into my hand for a head rub if I was typing too long. We had a special bond and I will miss him. It will be a while until I blog again. Here are photos of some of his antics.
Cheers to you all and happy blogging