We’re in mourning for Seven Weeks

On By geordieroscoeIn Memorials

Way-aye, Roscoe here. And it’ll be just me for a while, since Nev and Biggles don’t want to learn to blog. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t get bored with me.

I must never say things seems settled again. There we were, all comfy like, with a nice routine, and then Bertie says “I’m going to stay in my tunnel today.” Then he says “I’m feeling funny.” And Mam takes him to the vet two days in a row, and on the third day he goes over the Rainbow Bridge.

  • Bertie and Roscoe in Hampshire

He was only three. Mam says that’s no age at all. She sits with us and tells us things, most of which I don’t understand. I know she’s fretting that she should have realised Bertie was ill sooner, but really, Mam, he wasn’t. Tuesday he was out on the grass with the rest of us, enjoying himself. Wednesday he was a little subdued, but we thought he was just having a tummy upset.

Trouble is, as Auntie Sophie said, he packed an awful lot of character into that little body. Always getting into things he shouldn’t be doing, winding me up so I go with him. I really miss our little excursions down the hallway and into the front room. And everything else we got up to. It wasn’t much fun sitting in among the tents in their storage area yesterday morning, although I suppose I’ll keep doing it, cos it’s nice.

  • Dani and Bertie

Anyway. Mam says we’ll be in mourning for the next seven weeks, as is right and proper. I’m glad she knows our traditional customs. Seven weeks is the same length of time since we moved in properly, and all Mam’s furniture arrived. It’ll go quick, Mam, don’t you worry.

I wish I could say Bertie will be back with you next week, but he won’t. It’s just me from now on.

Keep safe and don’t go out catching anything.

Love

Roscoe xxxx

5 thoughts on “We’re in mourning for Seven Weeks”

  1. I shouldn’t say I LIKE such a sad post, Roscoe, but you’ve expressed your feelings well. After
    the seven weeks are over, I hope you will be happy again. The weather will be good. I will miss Bertie’s blogs. Take care of your Mum!

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  2. I half want to say I don’t mind putting up with just you doing posts, because I like your posts, and half want to say I wish I didn’t have to, because I’m going to miss Bertie’s posts.

    “He was only three,” was just what Mummy said when I told her about Bertie. She knows it can happen like that sometimes – we all do – like it happened with Joshua’s brothers (all of them were three when they died, but Joshua nearly made it to seven). Knowing that doesn’t make it less sad though.

    It’s good your Mummy knows what’s proper to do, even if it’s a shame you have a reason to be in mourning.

    I hope the rest of you stay safe and healthy.

    Squeak soon,
    Mollie

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  4. Auntie Dawn

    I understand. We had our little happy group here: me, your uncle, Digby, Gussie, and the flying dingbats. Then Digby passed away. We’re devastated.

    I’m also blaming myself for not acting sooner, but I didn’t want to stress him out by bringing him to the vet, especially in this time of COVID. That’s what I tell myself as a justification, anyway.

    Digby was 4, still too young to die. I don’t understand it: some people have pigs that last until 6, 7, even 8 years of age. The oldest pig we ever had was Saku, who died at 5 1/2. It’s not fair.

    I’m feeling sorry for myself, Roscoe, as you can see. Mummy understands.

    Be extra nice to Mummy, and give her lots of snuggles.

    XOXO

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