Memories of pets gone by

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dogs, friends, memories, pets, pictures, postaday2012

Hannah and Rex

Rex and Hannah and me

Rex

Marshall

Rex and Marshall

Rex playing with Gizmo

Marshall tolerating Gizmo

Rex taking care of Gizmo

Poor Jump and Gizmo

Me and Gizmo

Marshall and Gizmo

Rex

Jump and Gizmo

Jump our bunny and Gizmo Debbie’s puppy

Rex

Marshall our first dog who lived to 16

My best friend Debbie sent me these pictures and I wanted to share them with you. It’s very easy to get caught up in the holiday fervor and buying frenzy that we can sometimes forget to stop, take a breath and remember those who aren’t with us anymore. Gizmo is still with us, he’s about six years old now but he and my best friend moved away last year to another town an hour away and I miss them. I was so lucky to have them next door for over ten years that their going left a big hole in my daily life.

Marshall, Rex and Jump were extraordinary pets and we were blessed to have them for as long as we did. Jump the bunny lived to twelve and the pictures of Gizmo trying to have his way with poor Jump are the only times that we ever saw Jump actually jump. He was the most good-natured little bunny and the baby girl treated him like her very own toy bunny, sneaking him up into her room at night and sleeping with him. He was so very sweet. Marshall or grandpa as we liked to call him was a character. He was the patriarch of the group and he knew it. Rex adored him as did we all. Rex as you must know by now was almost human, he was so gentle and responsible. I miss them all.

Your favorite smell

My all time favorite smell is a difficult one to pin down; I have a few smells that I am crazy for, not just the one.

I love the smell of lilac; in the spring you might find me with my nose in a lilac sprig blossoming off of one of my many lilac bushes in my garden. The smell never gets old, it is so soothing. I could say the same of my rosemary bush and my thyme plants; both equally soothing.

There is the smell of butter and sugar baking in the oven that tickles and whets the appetite. The aroma of butter in any form is always welcomed by my nose.

There is another one of my my favorites over by the sea in France; the smell that I associate with my vacations at Le Canon. When I would park the car under the pine trees and my two babies and I would walk over the wooden pallets, the sand and the salty air from the ocean. That combination of pine, sand and salt should be bottled for me to transport me to the summer days of vacation when it is a dreary day like today.