A sad weekend
I hope that your weekend was not as joyless as ours. Let me share our sadness with you.
On Friday evening when all our visitors had gone home Csilla packed her suitcase and went in the garden to say goodbye to our dog whose behaviour had been a little bit unusual all week. She did not want to eat and looked very strange. We thought that she felt that Csilla will go away.
On Saturday morning we woke up quite early because Csilla’s flight took off at 10 am and she had to be at the airport 2 hours earlier. Peter did not want to go to the airport because he did not want to get emotional there so he said goodbye to Csilla at home. We left our house at about half past 7 and went to Bratislava because it takes almost one hour to get there. She checked in after we had arrived at the airport. Her luggage was weighed and she got a boarding card. Then we went to a hall where we waited for some time. We said goodbye to each other and hugged each other. Of course, our eyes were swimming in tears. When her flight was announced she had to go to show her passport at the customs and I lost sight of her….
On the way home my husband and I were sitting in the car silently. In the back of our minds we thought of her. I thought that studying in England is Csilla’s decision and I have to accept it. I have to let her to live her life.
When we arrived home we saw that our dog is seriously ill. She was not sad because Csilla went away. We immediately called a vet who arrived within half an hour. He had a look at her, shot her two injections and said that he would visit her the day after.
Then we felt the need to do something because we did not want to think about Csilla’s flying. I went to the kitchen and started to wash up the dishes that we left because we were in a hurry to the airport. Her mug reminded me of her. Then I made her bed. Her little pillow reminded me of her. The first day is always the worst because everything reminds me of her….and I am not able to take it without crying. I wanted to occupy myself so I baked a lot of croissants filled with peanut butter. I calmed down after she had sent me a text message saying she had arrived and everything was OK.
On Sunday morning we were woken up to the sound of our dog’s whimper. My husband and Peter immediately changed their clothes and went to have a look at our dog. They stroked her, gave her water, reposed her. Unfortunately, she passed away. When the vet arrived she had already been buried and we were in floods of tears. We miss her very much.
On Sunday evening I called Csilla in England to tell her the bad news. She mentioned that she will go to the library on Monday and I am sure that if she is in the library she will read my blog and I did not want her to become aware of our dog’s death from my blog. She was very sad but she said that it was nice to get a chance to say goodbye to her.
I hope that my next blog will not be full of bad news.
Your story is quite funny and made me laugh. When we are abroad on holiday next to the sea we always go to the supermarkets to see some strange food that is typical of the country. We are mainly interested in seafood because in our local supermarkets we can not find it. I did not remember any story similar to yours at the moment. I will put some thought into it and tell you if I come up with anything.
I look forward to reading all your comments.
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