I miss my work mate…

Sorry it has taken me so long to write to you Morri… I had a dream about you last week and when I woke up it really shook me how much I miss you.

 I started to think back to all the 2pm walks we used to have so I could clear my head for 5 and when you would come and get lunch with me and if I ran out the door you would look at me from the top of the stairs cause you wanted to come and of course you did!

The first Morrison christmas party I went too, you sat with me and danced with me. Little creatures on friday afternoon will never be the same without you.

Every time your Mum and Dad went away and they would leave me the car I would come to pick you up and we stop off at the park for a run around before work, then you would sleep all day by my side.

I will never forget the new years Nelle and I looked after you for two weeks, I can still recall the night when the power went out and someone came lurking at the door. They weren’t there for long after they heard you barking at the door and then you sleeped on the floor by my side for the rest of the night… such the protector.

I miss the way you use to come in to work and walk staight into the store room for your morning pat on the back… and belly… and hug then go running down to the production girls to see if there was any treats on the go!

I could go on for hours Moz, but the short of it is, is that I miss you… I miss you Moz.

xxo

At Launceston airport Morri and I did first meet, when I said “oh Kyl’s he’s gorgeous” he piddled at my feet. When we arrived home I was so happy they were here, then I noticed on the carpet Morri had diarrhoea.

Those memories in my mind are still so much alive. There’s the one when in the West he showed me how he could dive. Down at the doggie beach we were Morri looking for the biggest stick, when Kyl’s said “come on Morri lets show Nanny our new trick.” Out along the rock wall both of them did stride, one eye on the wind the other on the tide, ready, get set, go Morri and off the rocks he did dive. The biggest bestest belly flop that one will ever see. The thought of it still makes me tremble at the knees.

Then there’s the day of the picnic. Morri in the car first, we packed his favourite Smackos and water for his thirst. We had spread the picnic hamper we were having so much fun, then suddenly Baxter decided to show us how he could run.  Off across the grass he flew with Morri taking chase and then followed Nanny making it an even race. Round him up Morri Nanny cried out from behind, but Morri had a better idea as a BBQ he had spied… Nanny yelled to Baxter, Baxter you must Stopppppp. Then she can see Morri nicking someone’s chop.

Rich and Kyl’s throw some great parties where you are wined and fed, and you know you’re always welcome when Morri humps you on the leg. Be it Xmas time dressed as Santa or in his reindeer ears, Morri makes a fashion statement he’s well respected by his peers. He loved checking peoples parcels in case a present he would find, or a prawn head at Clancy’s, Morri wouldn’t mind… a chip at Cicarellos with sauce if you have the time. Little Creatures Pizza he really thinks divine.

One day in Fremantle shopping I popped into the store and I was made so welcome by Morri at the door, jumping up to kiss me he scratched me with his paw. The kiss was very sloppy the scratch was very sore. Morri got into trouble and disappeared from sight. Then browsing through the undies a customer got such a fright, through all the lacy knickers and bras with pretty bows our dear little Morri had licked her on the toes.

The last time I saw Morri he was sleeping on his bed, dreaming of the good times and the great life he’d had. Chasing after seagulls, swimming through the surf - running after Baxter through the sprinkler on the turf. Long walks to the light house with Mum, Dad and the boys, running through the house playing with his toys. Trotting proudly through Fremantle where the streets are pathed with gold. He was 12 years young he was 12 years old.

Robyn Radford 

Dear Moz, Mum suggested that I write to you. She thinks I need to and that it will help me. It’s been a while. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to do this. I really wanted to because you deserve to always be remembered. You were amazing. 

I hurt deep inside. It’s a feeling of real darkness and sorrow. I miss you. I miss your smell, your softness, and your presence. I felt like we were one. That if you weren’t with me then how can I be me?

I have lost my best friend in his own little fur coat.

How can I never see you again? How can I live with this possibility and remain happy. It’s hard to imagine. Maybe one day it will happen.

I don’t know if it’s like loosing a child because I have never lost one. You were never above me or below me, you were always beside me. Please don’t ever let me have taken you for granted. 

I feel pain deep in my throat and I think it is because of the lump that comes every time I think of you. It seems easier when we are busy and when we don’t have time to allow you into our minds. I know that we can’t live like this forever. I just want to think about you and remember you and not hurt at the same time. I want to stop feeling so desperate to see you and cuddle you. If you were here I wouldn’t need to feel this way.

I can feel your soft bendy ears. I remember folding your ears down to cover your cheeks and taking your face in my hands and kissing you all over. Telling you that you smell like biscuits. You would just sit and let out little noises of pleasure and love and comfort. The little piece at the base of your ear was like velvet. Please never let me forget that. Or the loose skin on your elbows or tucking my cold feet under your pits. How you would let me do it because you knew it kept me warm.

Please never let me forget how we would hold hands on the couch and watch movies. How you always had to be so comfortable and close. How you had to lean on me or touch me or put your head on my shoulder when we were driving.

I will never feel as safe as you made me feel. I have lost my sense of security without you in my life.

Your bed is still here. Your smackos are still in the red tin. I am so sorry you are not here. I feel guilty that you aren’t here. I want to know you are safe and warm. I don’t want you to be lonely or to miss us too much. I wish I could see where you are. I want to make sure you are ok. You need to know that I still love you as much as I always have. That you are my little man and you always will be.

Did I care for you enough? Did you know you were sick? Did we take your treatment too far? Is there anything I could have done to keep you? Why did you have to go? I just want one more cuddle. Just to see you one more time. Just to hold your face and kiss you and smell biscuits. I have to go now, but I haven’t finished. There is still so much more to say.

I love you.

Mummy

x

Dear Friends,

I am very sad to have to communicate that Morrison passed away yesterday at home in his bed. After successfully beating cancer in August, his cancer returned in September. He was such a fighter and really tried hard to beat it once again. Morrison was 12 years old.

Kylie and I brought him home when we were only 22, so he has been part of our family for a third of our lives. He was no ordinary dog…..he came everywhere with us…..to friends BBQs (invited or not), shops, restaurants, boat trips, beach (his favourite place in the world) and of course work. Every day of his life he was with people he loved and even if he barked at you each time he saw you, he always befriended our friends. The greatest guard dog that I have ever met…..so protective with a “big dog” bark but he never never bit anyone.

An unbelievable Model….so regal……

We will be writing Morrison story in its entirety over the next little while and invite you all to email your experiences with this amazing dog, which will be included in his “story”.

Missing his adorable gaze ………….

Rich & Kyles

Xx