Weird. It feels strange going to my Dad’s place now that our beloved Jones is gone. I miss receiving her warm welcome to me. She was there for me, every evening. Eighteen years long. And I feel so sorry for my Dad. He lost his true loyal companion.
Jones loved taking a nap in the morning and evening sun. She had three special places in my Dad’s garden. I took these pictures last week. I’m so glad I did this. She will be for ever in our hearts.
I also want to thank all you followers, HoB readers and friends. Your comments on HoB, emails and phone calls meant a lot to us. I apologize for not replying to all of you. I couldn’t formulate my emotional feelings in good English. Thank you.