I was just taking it easy, lying in my grassy hutch looking out on the world and Thinking (which is hard work, you know), when Mummy came in from the garden and asked if I’d like to come up here and blog. Well, I thought I might. Get in some practice, you know…
First off I’d like to thank Auntie Dawn for the beautiful card and words inside it. She reminded me it’s ok to grieve for George, and I do in my own way, and I miss him, but I know we’ll be together again and he’s having a good time wherever he is. And his teeth don’t hurt any more. Mummy asks me if I’m ok, well she was asking me daily but she’s stopped as I kept saying yes. She gives me a Look every now and then though.
She asked me if I’d like a young friend, whether I’d like to be Uncle Fred to somebody. She told me about this little boar she’d seen in the pet shop that reminded her of me when I was little except he was more slate/lilac than me. Trouble is she wouldn’t like to buy from a pet shop. But she asked me to think about whether I wanted a friend anyway.
Well, that’s a question that needs a whole load of Thinking about, which is a good reason for taking it easy, in my view. I’m quite content here on my own. I’ve got the other boys to talk to if I want to but I don’t have to cosy up to them or bother about any of that dominance stuff. A kid would be cute, but what if he turned out to be another Hector – a good chap in his own way but I can’t be doing with all that ‘me,me,me’ stuff. I suppose it would be cool to be Uncle Fred, but then again, George and I understood each other’s ways so well, we never (well hardly ever) got in each other’s way except accidentally-on-purpose and we liked each other a lot. So if someone new turned up I’d have to get used to them and make sure they let me be myself as well. That sounds like hard work to me. I think Mummy understands. Maybe that’s why she lives with us and not anyone else.
I’ll just keep Thinking about it. That’s what I’ll be doing if my eyes are closed.