Little furry friends

Great Aunt Tisha had a generous spirit.  She was kind and thoughtful, often in subtle ways.

One winter we decided to go to Byron Bay.  We had organised for someone to come in and look after The Woozel and Great Aunt Tisha.

Everyone was very excited and there were suitcases dotted about the house waiting to be filled.

Eventually the day for departure came and we all got in the car very early in the morning.  Some of us had tufty hair and were still wearing our pajamas.

We drove and drove, stopping every now and then for refreshments.

When we finally reached our  destination, which was a town called Forbes, we were all very tired and teasy.  We had a take away dinner in our motel room and then made ready for bed.

We were opening the suitcases for toothbrushes and things when suddenly we made a surprising discovery.

In among the socks there was a bone.

It wasn’t a meaty bone.  It had been well-gnawed and was

white with age.  It was obviously a treasured relic.

We knew that it was Tisha’s bone.  The Woozel always buried her’s in the garden for later.  

Tisha had obviously felt that we might need it on our long journey.  And maybe it was a reminder of the faithful hounds waiting for our return.

Whatever it was, everyone felt much better and laughed and joked about it until they fell asleep.