Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Yesterday we bid farewell to my childhood doggie, Lily. She lived a very long, happy life, and we will miss her dearly. My brother and I bought her for $40 in 1998 (which I'm not sure I ever paid my half of to my brother...) and we brought her home in an Apple Power Macintosh box. I was 12 years old at the time.

Almost a year ago Lily came to live with Sean and I in St. Louis. Sean never questioned taking her in and loved her as if he'd had her most of his life too. We're a bit heartbroken at the suddenness of having to let her go, even though we knew with her age it would probably be coming at any time.

Yesterday we spent the remainder of our day looking through photos and reminiscing about our pup. This post is going to be one huge photo (and video) dump of Lily throughout the years... so you've been warned. Please allow extra time for images to load.

 Lily at 3 months and me at 12 on the left, and nearly 15/27 years on the right.

We used to play fetch across the winter pool cover when she was a pup. I was jealous that she was light enough to walk across it.



She loved to play tug with a towel. That and hide new rawhides in couch cushions or the corner of a room. She would "bury" them by nosing the carpet around where she dropped the rawhide. And if you caught her in the process she'd look at you, appalled that you'd be watching her hiding spot, pick it up and move to a new corner.



She loved her buddy Chance, my mom's West Highland Terrier. He passed away about 4 years ago.


She was the subject of many scrapbook pages in the high school and college books my Mom made for me. My little Mizzou fan wore a Tigers collar for a long time, and got the '07 charm from my graduation tassel for this page. She had a habit of blinking one eye at a time, and my Dad always said she was winking at us.

 She proudly wore the pink peacoat (lined in gold satin :) I got her for Christmas one year.


She always waited patiently while we opened Christmas gifts, and allowed me to put all my unwrapped bows around her collar.


She turned 12 when she stayed with Sean and I a few years ago while my parents were on vacation, and we honored my friend Laura's beagle Carmel, who passed away earlier that  year, by making her a birthday hat like Laura always did for Carmel.


A few days later she was the excuse that Sean used to get me to the park he proposed at...

 And she was our only witness that day :)


And the following weekend we returned her to my parent's house. We had some fun tempting her with a treat in the pool like I used to do as a kid:



She came to live with Sean and I at the end of April 2012.


She ignored the cats for the most part, sharing their love of napping, and sometimes in the sun. Every now and then decided to play with their toys. She got one of them stuck in her lip sometimes and it made us laugh.




We always found her sleeping in odd positions, half off her bed, behind a chair, with her tongue sticking out.


Her little hips started to give out on her later in life, so we'd often find her sprawled out on the floor. It didn't seem to bother her though as long as food was involved!



She was a very messy eater.


And cute as can be.





Yesterday morning I was able to calm her and hold her in my lap while she took a nap. She hasn't wanted to be held like that in years.


Sean and I took turns hugging on her and giving her treats. She was content. We're happy she didn't suffer. She was a huge part of our lives and we can't quite believe she's gone, but we know we did the best we could for her and we imagine her in doggie heaven, enjoying the grass and sun:



We love you pooch. Thanks for being a loyal companion for so many wonderful years.

The E's in Europe, Part 3

Read Part 1 Here
and Part 2 Here

Though we were sad to leave Edinburgh after only two days (of course in hindsight your favorite is going to be the one you plan the least time in!) we were excited to head to London. I was especially excited as I'm a bit of an Olympics nerd, and the Paralympics had started the day prior to our arrival.


Visiting during the games was both a good and a bad thing. Good, um, we were in London just weeks after the 2012 Olympics finished and the Paralympics were still going on. I can't tell you how many times Sean breathed a worried, "What!?!" as I gasped every time I saw another country's workout sweats walking the same street as us. Full-blown fangirl here.

Bad, it was crowded. Everywhere. Even more crowded than a touristy city like London usually is. And we didn't think to try to get tickets to any events before we got there, so they were all gone. And if you don't have a ticket, you don't get into Olympic Park. Instead, you take photos of Olympic Park from the (free) third floor of Marks & Spencer.



For the record, Marks & Spencer is a pretty amazing sight as it is. Housewares, clothes, food, drugstore, even full blown bank. You name it, they've got it. Feel free to bring that one across the pond any day now, Europe. And I noticed some pretty decent prices, too. Except for the fact that they were charging guests to look out their fourth floor windows to see Olympic Park... which is why we stopped at the third floor.


That's just part of the crowd getting off the tube headed to Olympic Park. The fact that we're not really "city" people might have added to the crowd anxiety.



I've always wanted to attend the Olympics as a spectator (there was even a dream in there for a brief moment as a kid that I'd someday end up fast enough to be an Olympic swimmer myself) and I remember saying when London won the bid in 2005 that 2012 would surely be my year to attend... I'd always wanted to go to London, and I'd always wanted to see the Olympics live.

I actually ended up vising London for a day just over a year later in 2006 when I was on my way to Spain. Then I kind of forgot about my need to be an Olympic spectator once I graduated college and realized just how much it would cost me. Years later, we began planning this trip in early 2012 and I suddenly realized my goal just might be a possibility.

Until my grad school finals and graduation didn't quite line up with the Olympic schedule, ha! I obviously didn't end up getting to go to London 2012, but it was enough for me to be in the city around the time of the games, and during the Paralympics. Rio... you're on my short list. Moving on...

Our first day in London was mostly travel and food. We ordered a "Great British Pub Platter" for dinner that night which consisted of fish, chips, scampi, mashed peas, sausage, steak and kidney pie, chicken and mushroom pie, Yorkshire pudding (my personal favorite), pickled onions annnnd gravy. Plus a Pimm's for me and a warm Old Speckled Hen for Sean. Good thing we walked a lot on this trip!

Our second day we headed to Greenwich to the Prime Meridian site. We drop a ball in New York once per year. In Greenwich, they drop a ball every day at 1pm. And lucky us, we were there at just the right time to see the ball drop.


And take some photos of us standing on both sides of the line:




There was also a museum with lots of history about keeping time. We definitely recommend checking it out if you're ever in the area.

After Greenwich, we headed back to Westminster by ferry to see Parliament and Big Ben...


Westminster Abbey,


and Buckingham Palace, of course. You know, the typical touristy stuff that would be a sin to neglect seeing.


And then began our self-guided Harry Potter tour of London. If you haven't read the HP series or at least seen the movies, first, shame on you, and second, bear with me while I share just how much of a geek I can be. First, we headed to Cecil Street, which is rumored to be the inspiration for Diagon Alley:







One of the stores on this street actually sells Gringott's money. There's also a couple of book stores and a place called the Witch's Ball. After a brief stop there, we headed to, where else, the entrance to the ministry of magic from the HP movies...


Though in the movies they dragged a red London phone booth to right about the location I'm standing. We'd had enough walking for the day at this point so we searched for a place to eat, and called it a night.

But the next day we were back at it! After spending the morning at the Tower of London (I'll come back to this later in the post) we hit up Leadenhall Market, where the actual Diagon Alley was filmed for the movies:


And of course, hopped on the tube to King's Cross Station, which the movies show as this building:


Though that's actually St. Pancras station in real life, just across the street from King's Cross Station. Inside King's Cross we visited Platform 9 3/4 for a photo opp:



And with that, we called the Harry Potter self-guided tour of London a success. I'd also like to point out that I'm totally jealous that Sean had the idea to hold his coat so it looked as if he was really running through the wall, and I did not.

So back to what we did the morning of our last day in London. First, we made our way to the historic, original, Liberty of London, another request of mine.


Let's just say I was in heaven.




And Sean had fun wondering just how much inventory in U.S. dollars might be in that massive store (Liberty is NOT cheap... not a single product)


Obviously they carry more than just fabric- housewares, clothes, other crafting supplies, paper goods, accessories, etc. But you know where my interests lie. I managed to purchase a small pin cushion jar full of buttons, and some art to remember our trip by that I'll be sure to share once I finally hang it up in our house!

Then we made our way to the Tower of London. Sean really loved this tour. I thought if it weren't for the tour guide, I probably would have wanted a refund. (It's expensive!) But the tour guide was great, comical, and dressed as a Beefeater:


But that's honestly not a costume. They're really referred to as Yeoman Warders (Beefeater is a nickname) and they actually live on the Tower grounds. In order to become a Yeoman Warder guide, they are required to have served in the armed forces for at least 22 years.

We saw the armory, the Crown Jewels, and some torture devices. The reason I was disappointed was because you had to get on a conveyor belt to view the Crown Jewels for 1.5 seconds in a giant crowd of smelly people. Plus, I was for some reason led to believe that the torture devices abound at the Tower of London, and they most certainly do not.

There's probably five of them in one tiny room (though five is really enough, how did they dream those things up!?) and it takes 5 minutes to see them all. I also was under the impression that torture was the Tower's claim to fame, but in fact, there were less than 100 tortures, and only seven deaths, executed there in all its hundreds of years of operation. It was primarily a royal palace and fortress.



So after the tower we finished our Harry Potter tour, headed to Olympic Park and decided to get ice cream for our last dinner abroad. We stopped at Green Park as we headed back to our hotel to enjoy the last few moments of British daylight and rest our aching feet...



And the next morning, we hopped on over to Heathrow to head back to the good old USA.