Confessions of a Clumsy Scot

This post is more of a just ramble and get some thoughts out.

It’s been three weeks since we lost Mac.

The most handsome, cuddliest boy that would go anywhere with us.

Mac was sixteen and he lived the most wonderful life. I told myself for the last year or so that when he told us he was ready to go, i would be ready too. I thought I had accepted it and I wanted to do right by him. I really wasn’t ready.
I wept with him in my hands as we said our goodbyes.

We were so heartbroken. I let myself get into some dark places in the while that followed. I wouldn’t process it at the time.
It just felt like he’d be here forever. It felt like he had been here forever.

The people that he met, the smiles he put on people’s faces and the fears he helped some of us over come will stay with me forever.
He was truly a once in a lifetime dog.

I just know that over rainbow Bridge, he’s found the biggest, muddiest puddle known to man with the sunshine just cracking through to have a nap in.

We used a relatively local company that hasn’t long started up to cremate him and I honestly couldn’t thank them enough for their kindness and thoughts throughout. I knew Mac was in good hands, and now have him home and as a family can each have a little piece of him, and Mac will venture over to Australia at the end of the year to be with the rest out the family.

I would have loved to hear Macs thoughts or have had a conversation with him one day, I know that boy has seen and heard some fantastic stories. He reminded me of that old guy in the pub that’s seen everything, met everyone and has endless stories to tell.

Until we meet again, Mr Mac.