Above all other clucks and hisses and cock-a-doodle-dos, I have always been able to hear Drainpipe - his 'tweet-tweet' sound that was his alone rang out above all other sounds and by simply listening I knew exactly where he was. I couldn't hear him and inside I cried.
I have always tried my hardest not to get too attached but I suppose it is in my make-up. Some people can ignore things and live without a care in the world, others like me dwell on things and have to save every living creature they ever come across in distress. I just think that when something has tried as hard to live as you have to save it then Nature deals a pretty cruel hand when She takes something away after all that.
I found him, so at least I had closure.
I will really miss him, that's all I have to say today
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Hi Leanne,
Well it's been so long since I even looked at Blogger, but it's late, I can't sleep and here I am - this post was top of my newsfeed.
So very sorry to read this, I remember his story from when we were both frequent bloggers.
The loss of a pet is always hard to take, if we love them, and it always came across how much you loved all your animals.
I do hope Dave is still doing well though.
Much love x
Sweet dreams Drainpipe.
My Grandparents owned Nunnery Farm from 1949 to 1982. We know a bit about it and have some photos of the original building and what became of it, if you are interested.
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