The mindless rambling of yet another Sophie

Today I did something. Today I posted to my instagram. The last time I posted was on the 3rd of July 2015. Why haven't I posted since then? I couldn't. I wouldn't. The last posts, the last two, had been of my dog. They had been of Fallon. They were taken before I went away on holiday, before I went on a placement, before it happened. Before she passed. A part of me never wanted to post again. To keep it stuck in time as if I could keep some part of the past still alive. It also felt as if nothing was good enough to post after her. No pretty selfie, no pretty cake or pretty landscape could compare to what I had last posted. Nothing could surpass how pretty she was. I posted today. It was spur of the moment, a thing during my procrastination, but I knew I needed to change it. It would have to happen eventually. So what did I post? A picture of her again. This time it was different though. This time I knew the picture that I chose was one of the last of her I had...

Fallon being a cutie "They always say it's weird watching it back." That was what my mother said to me when I found the video of my old dog in the snow. I hadn't heard that before but I could attest to its truth. Calling her my old dog is a strange phrase too. She was old. She was my dog. She was literally my old dog but now that has new meaning. Now she is the old dog in comparison to our new dogs. Her name was Fallon. I've said it before but I'll say it again. Fallon. She had her mother's name. We liked it so we used it. I couldn't say whether she had her mother's eyes but what I do remember is her mother was missing one eye. Her dad hung over the gate to greet us when we got her. His tongue hung out of his mouth to the side and in years to come we found that she did the same. Her paper says her name was 'Spot of bother' because of a birthmark on her nose and her boisterous behaviour. It was a pretty accurate name. When ...