Boy. Am I mad? Heather Taylor

Copyright 2009 Heather Taylor

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ISBN 978-1-4580-9543-5

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To Jeremy (my personal bastion in an ocean of despair), Scott, Ben, and Nathan.

In memory of Basil, our ‘black and white baby.’

Boy. Am I mad?

I sang to the dog today. His favourite little ditty. ‘Do you want a brother or a little sister, do you want a brother? We’re getting one today …’ Hard to believe, I know, that I made that song up.

He looks at me obliquely. Although almost fifteen and a half and completely deaf now, I think he knows I am singing. There is a gentle wag to his tail.

Half way through the squawky, tuneless song, it struck me. That it was the first time I have sung in two years. Well almost – one year, ten months and three days to be precise.

I must be getting better. I know I will never be the same person again but, it is something.

The Prologue.

I guess it would be remiss of me not to set the scene. I seem to be one of those people who when their cup is full, it spills over and when their cup is empty it is totally depleted and devoid of all things good.