It breaks my heart to write this knowing I will never see my two best friends again, in but the memories I have.
Poppy and Hope were two little dogs who belonged to my friends Morven and Peter. I fell in love with them as soon as I saw them 17 years ago.
Everywhere we went I had Poppy and Morven had Hope. Poppy loved walks but Hope not so much and needed a lot of encouragement.
We took them to puppy training classes. We all had to walk round in a circle, Poppy on one side with me and Hope on the other side with Morven. Well, the squeals from both of them were quite awful as they wanted to be together but that wasn’t allowed.
In quiet places, we would let them run free but Poppy would frequently stop and look back checking that I was okay. I would tell her to run on and I was fine. This was just something as she always did.
They both had such wonderful loving personalities. When I went to their home I always got such a welcome from them both (maybe because I always had treats in my bag).
Eleven years ago when I was 65 years old Morven and I walked The West Highland Way (95 miles) over 5 days for charity. By day 5 we were exhausted, cold, wet and had extremely sore feet. On the last stretch to Fort William, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Through the trees, I could see 2 little dogs run towards us. It was Poppy and Hope with their dad, Peter. This fairly spurred me on to the finish line. I have told this story many times but it still makes me cry. The sheer happiness of seeing Poppy and Hope I will never forget.
Forever I will miss Poppy and Hope, never will I forget them.
Somewhere, sometime we may meet again. Love, Auntie Elaine xx
The sun is out, the sky is blue
There's not a cloud to spoil the view
But it's raining, raining in my heart