"Iole, iole"?, Lamma Sabachtaani.

For once in my life I am not mad - just sad. Very, very, very sad.
I rescue stray, ill-treated and unwanted dogs. Some people collect stamps, I collect dogs. I work for an animal rescue charity and offer foster homes to canines in desperate need of TLC and a roof over their heads and during my time have also taken in shedloads of dogs who have ended up living permanently at Pither Towers. Currently I have four magic muts, each with an appalling tale of cruelty or abandonment to tell but all now as happy as pigs in the proverbial.
I have always wanted to do more and take in others but The Boulevard of a Thousand Broken Dreams is now full to bursting point and there is just no room to swing a cat, let alone another dog. Then I hit on the idea of sponsoring a dog through the Dogs Trust and, as a result, I was able to pay for a poor pooch called Beavis to be offered a caring home for life at one of the charity's rescue centres. Beavis had had a miserable life and consequently was too mentally scarred to be found a home out in the community. Instead, he played his days away at the rescue centre in Telford, Shropshire, and I was able to go to visit him and say hello.
All was well until a letter dropped through the door today informing me that Beavis, who was by no means a youthful dog, had "passed away" in his sleep. Isn't life shit! Death is not a laugh a minute either. Poor lad. A fellow creature I got to know only briefly has touched me in a way no sodding human ever could, so much so that I can't summon the bile to be sarcastic, angry or witty. I shall just mourn quietly and try to content myself with the thought that Beavis is now in a better place, wherever that may be (anywhere has got to be better than fucking Telford!).
The only glimmer of light in the gloom is that those wonderful people at the Dogs Trust have allotted me another dog to splash out on and home. She is called Ellie and my dosh is keeping her warm, snug and loved at the charity's rescue centre on Merseyside. I shall hopefully see her before Christmas with toys for the festive season.
The point of all this? I don't know. I just wanted to get it out of my system a bit. Does Grantham come into this? No, not at all. I would not wish death or grieving on anyone. No, not even Grantham or the Devil Child it spawned.
Rest in peace Bevis. Take care Ellie.