‘Life goes by and it’s what you do with it that counts’

Hello, it’s Melvyn back. I’d like to share with you some of my thoughts when my doberman died and I will explain. It was 17th January 2017 and I’ve put on the heading in my diary, The Worst Day in My Life. Actually it wasn’t the worst day of my life in that year. I’d like you to listen to my thoughts that I wrote down.
The darkness I feel at this time is beyond comprehension. I can never be the same I will never feel his face or his nose, or when he walks next to me. He knew when I was down, he would comfort me. I will never see his leathers flapping in the wind when he runs, I will never see him acting like a clown. The pain I feel when I see that he’s not there in the morning to greet me. Or the pain as i look out of the back door and he’s not there to have his feet wiped when they’re all wet. I shall never see him run, I will never see him burst a football again. I shall never see the joy in his face when he greeted me. I will never see him close his eyes, and I shall never see him eat his food, what a joy. I will never see him drink his water, I shall never tug on his football in the garden. I will never cuddle him again, I will never lay on his chest. And at the top I put, the worst thing in their lives, and that’s 1914 to 1918. I was reading something about the first world war and this came into my mind. The worst years in their lives, I suppose the soldiers must have felt the same in the trenches. How could they go over the top with their boots full of water, mud around their ears, and the fear from the bullets, rat tat tat. Then I put Maximus was my baby he was filled with a sense of love, he loved expansively, his love was huge and generous and everywhere it filled my life with happiness and sereeness. Life goes on but with so much emptiness, life goes by but it’s what you do with it that counts. And that’s what I put at the end, and I didn’t know what was to come later on in the year, when my wife died in November. Perhaps I will say what I wrote down a little bit later, when I do another diary sometime. I can’t do it at the moment, but I will do. That was when my Dad even died, ah, he brought me so much love. Anyway, I’m going to go now, bye.