It will soon be three years since he was euthanized (03.07.2018) (you can see my farewell letter here: https://www.ibbyheart.com/jeg-sang-for-blop/ ). It is still a vulnerable memory that brings tears and a knot in the stomach.
The grief still lives within me today – every day…
It hurt so much, partly because Blop was my first dog of my own, and I had learned to walk (from wheelchair user to walker) with his help. Blop's spirit lifted me – so to speak – out of the wheelchair and gave my legs new life and my brain the courage to walk again.
We once had to take him to a chiropractor because his neck was stuck, as he kept turning around and looking UP at me when I got up to walk (from the fact that he spent his first five years exclusively “walking” with me, where I was either in a manual wheelchair or on my electric scooter). He would wag and wag and turn his head and look me in the eyes as if to say “hey, you’re so cool, mom”. I think he was the cool one…
Blop was a fun-loving guy. He always believed in the best in everything in life. He never made friends with any other dogs, cats, birds or squirrels. He was just friendly and easygoing.
He only growled at us humans if we wanted to take back, for example, a piece of cheese he had stolen from the table...
That's what Blop was like – a cheeky guy with a twinkle in his eye that made it almost impossible to get really mad at him. However, there was an episode once when he ran into one of the neighbors' apartments and took her new La Perla underwear – and chewed his way through it. Or the time he ran into another of the neighbors' apartments and ate her feather boa. There was also a time when he was looked after by our neighbors (Jakob and Pernille), and he ate Jakob's expensively purchased meat (for an evening with the boys and a Mikkel Kessler match). The meat was thawing on the kitchen table, and Jakob was going to go out and light the grill – and then Blop ate ALL THE MEAT…
Speaking of the headline, some of our new neighbors think that Fjolle is a grumpy guy who doesn't bother to say hello. But I've taught Fjolle to stay on our terrace and NOT run to (and into) the apartments of) – the other neighbors – I'm just saying from experience…
Fjolle has learned with clicker training to be a good neighbor to his human neighbors, and I am so happy about that. All we have left are the memories of the man they never got to meet, namely Blop. Almost all the neighbors who got to love and meet him no longer live here.
So if my new neighbors had met my old dog, it might have been their party clothes, underwear and meat that had met his mouth and snout, but instead they have Fjolle up here on the roof terrace, who stays down at the end of the terrace with me – and is just a good boy who couldn't dream of chewing on underwear or a feather boa...
To Blop; May your memory be honored up there, my beloved Blop. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and miss you. You'd be proud of the fool, but you'd also whisper to him that he was just too well-behaved and boring.
I love you both – very much. July 3rd is going to be a tough day. I miss looking you in the eye – and I miss cuddling you. You will never be forgotten. My good old dog.
Behind the week's blog:
We are Fjolle and Ibbe. Fjolle is a PBGV. I am – yes, a person who sometimes wishes that “I was just a dog”. Fjolle is my second dog. My first dog, Blop, was given to me as a gift by my husband when I became seriously ill. Fjolle and I are looking forward to being part of this wonderful BLOG UNIVERSE.
If my new neighbors had met my old dog
It will soon be three years since he was euthanized (03.07.2018) (you can see my farewell letter here: https://www.ibbyheart.com/jeg-sang-for-blop/ ). It is still a vulnerable memory that brings tears and a knot in the stomach.
The grief still lives within me today – every day…
It hurt so much, partly because Blop was my first dog of my own, and I had learned to walk (from wheelchair user to walker) with his help. Blop's spirit lifted me – so to speak – out of the wheelchair and gave my legs new life and my brain the courage to walk again.
We once had to take him to a chiropractor because his neck was stuck, as he kept turning around and looking UP at me when I got up to walk (from the fact that he spent his first five years exclusively “walking” with me, where I was either in a manual wheelchair or on my electric scooter). He would wag and wag and turn his head and look me in the eyes as if to say “hey, you’re so cool, mom”. I think he was the cool one…
Blop was a fun-loving guy. He always believed in the best in everything in life. He never made friends with any other dogs, cats, birds or squirrels. He was just friendly and easygoing.
He only growled at us humans if we wanted to take back, for example, a piece of cheese he had stolen from the table...
That's what Blop was like – a cheeky guy with a twinkle in his eye that made it almost impossible to get really mad at him. However, there was an episode once when he ran into one of the neighbors' apartments and took her new La Perla underwear – and chewed his way through it. Or the time he ran into another of the neighbors' apartments and ate her feather boa. There was also a time when he was looked after by our neighbors (Jakob and Pernille), and he ate Jakob's expensively purchased meat (for an evening with the boys and a Mikkel Kessler match). The meat was thawing on the kitchen table, and Jakob was going to go out and light the grill – and then Blop ate ALL THE MEAT…
Speaking of the headline, some of our new neighbors think that Fjolle is a grumpy guy who doesn't bother to say hello. But I've taught Fjolle to stay on our terrace and NOT run to (and into) the apartments of) – the other neighbors – I'm just saying from experience…
Fjolle has learned with clicker training to be a good neighbor to his human neighbors, and I am so happy about that. All we have left are the memories of the man they never got to meet, namely Blop. Almost all the neighbors who got to love and meet him no longer live here.
So if my new neighbors had met my old dog, it might have been their party clothes, underwear and meat that had met his mouth and snout, but instead they have Fjolle up here on the roof terrace, who stays down at the end of the terrace with me – and is just a good boy who couldn't dream of chewing on underwear or a feather boa...
To Blop; May your memory be honored up there, my beloved Blop. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and miss you. You'd be proud of the fool, but you'd also whisper to him that he was just too well-behaved and boring.
I love you both – very much. July 3rd is going to be a tough day. I miss looking you in the eye – and I miss cuddling you. You will never be forgotten. My good old dog.
Behind the week's blog:
We are Fjolle and Ibbe. Fjolle is a PBGV. I am – yes, a person who sometimes wishes that “I was just a dog”. Fjolle is my second dog. My first dog, Blop, was given to me as a gift by my husband when I became seriously ill. Fjolle and I are looking forward to being part of this wonderful BLOG UNIVERSE.