#7: What memory are you grateful for?
It’s no secret that my dog Shelagh is my furry best friend and indeed, my soulmate. She has shown me nothing but love, affection and loyalty, and she is my constant companion and shadow. She’s also got a great sense of humour and is fun to play with.
The memory I’m most grateful for is of the time Jack and I went to see a litter of Staffy x Mastiff puppies, to choose one as a companion for my other dog, Scruffy.
Out of the litter of 7, I liked the 2 with blue eyes. One was a darker brown than the other. Jack and I were sitting crosslegged on the floor of the house, to allow the puppies to crawl over to us. As I vacillated between the 2 puppies, the lighter, tan coloured one, clambered onto Jack’s lap, curled up and fell asleep.
Jack looked at me and said, “This one, Mummy”, and that was that.
On the car ride home, we were thinking of names for the puppy. None of them seemed to fit. Until I thought, why not just call her “Sheila”, Australian slang for “Woman”, like “Lassie” to the Americans and Brits. Only, we’d spell it the Irish way, “Shelagh”.
And that was how Shelagh came to become a part of our family.
I look at Shelagh now, sleeping on the chaise beside me, dreaming of fetching her ball in the swimming pool, and my heart just melts.
She truly is the Love of my Life.