The Winds of Change
I am sitting comfortably on Zoonie, our forty foot long Oyster sailing yacht, in Port of Poole Marina where we are temporarily moored on the south coast of England for just a few more weeks before our big journey begins.
Last Saturday Rob and I hosted a big retirement party for all our family and friends which went well and satisfied my intention that Rob, a true son of Oakham, Rutland should have an appropriate send off. I had commissioned a learner driver pupil of mine to create a Portland Bill Lighthouse cake standing a metre tall to celebrate the occasion and our grandchildren, Henry (6) and Ruby (4) bagged the helicopter on the top and the RNLI Rib in the surrounding water.
The cloud that hung over me all week was knowing that on Saturday, yesterday, we would be parting with our much adored friend and springer spaniel Toby, who has been with us for the past 5 years.
Suddenly everything we were doing with him; walks, pub visit, long journey south, hugs, strokes, chat, humour, wash off and drying of his soft fur and lanky legs was all being done for the last time.
Before, I have parted with Odin, a Golden Labrador whose back legs and hips that were so arthritic they would no longer support him, and Meggy, a blue roan cocker spaniel who was leaping happily around the Ringwood Forest in the morning unaware of the fact her kidneys were on the decline and she had a tummy blockage. The vet said she would have an unhappy demise if we did not do the merciful thing.
Toby by contrast is as fit as a flea, and hopefully will have another 5 years with his new chums, Tracey who works here at the marina and her husband Darren. They provide a half-way house to dogs that are being rehomed. When we asked her if she would find a home for Toby she replied to our enormous relief, “If Toby comes to us Barbara he won’t be going any further.”
And so began his transition, amidst much barking and a few little puddles he got to know Bailey, and Poppy, two fellow springers, Jim a little black cocker spaniel and Missie a heinz57 with definite Lurcher tendencies. They all got on from the start but then Toby is easy with dogs, it is with humans he has problems and needs many meetings, gentle approaches, soft voices and little eye contact until he eventually gives the human hand an accepting lick.
Two days ago Rob completed his last day at Fords of Oakham, the 140 year old family department store business and we made our way to our local, The Grainstore or Grainy to us, to celebrate the end of the working week and this time also the end of Rob’s career. The first time we took Toby in there he ground to a halt at the door, I don’t think he had ever seen so many people.
He ended up sitting next to me on the seat, its that sort of pub where everyone and their dog is welcome.
Yesterday we met Darren and the dogs for a favourite walk around Rockley Park overlooking Poole Harbour and then followed him to Toby’s new home, a place to which Toby has
given his seal of approval. It lies peacefully in countryside complete with Tracey’s two donkeys in a nearby field. The dogs have their own room with sliding doors into the garden and Toby loves to stare out of windows watching the goings on in trees.
After a cup of tea we put Toby in with his chums, unloaded his modest possessions and drove away from him.
Within an hour of being back on board Rob’s daughter Charly texted her dad with a photo of her left hand showing her beautiful new engagement ring and Oakham in the background. As Zoonie responds to the wind on her mast and I listen to the howling wind outside I reflect on our own winds of change.