Can anyone in Great Britain tell me of the whereabouts of my little dog Nico?
I don’t know if someone has fallen in love with her and is harbourIng her in their home?
Or maybe someone has grabbed her and using her for some malicious purpose..?
"La partie la plus difficile d’avoir un chien n’est pas celle que l’on croit.
Ce n’est pas de devoir se lever tôt, même quand il fait froid, même sous la pluie, même quand on a sommeil ou tout simplement pas envie. Ce n’est pas de sortir chaque soir, alors que tout ce qu’on voudrait, c’est rester sur le canapé. Ce n’est pas de ramasser les poils dans chaque recoin de la maison, sur les vêtements, ni de passer l’aspirateur trois fois par jour en sachant que, dans une heure, on croira ne l’avoir jamais fait.
Ce n’est pas de dépenser de l’argent chez le vétérinaire, dans de la nourriture de qualité, ou dans des jouets qui ne dureront que quelques minutes. Ce n’est pas de planifier ses vacances selon s’il peut venir ou non. Ce n’est pas de renoncer à certaines sorties, à certaines invitations, parce que là où tu vas, lui ne peut pas aller.
Tout cela, même si ça paraît beaucoup, ne pèse pas. Ça devient une routine. Ça devient de l’amour.
La partie la plus difficile arrive doucement, comme le crépuscule qui se glisse en silence entre les rideaux.
C’est de remarquer que son énergie n’est plus la même.
C’est de voir que la balle qu’il poursuivait sans relâche reste désormais à mi-chemin, et qu’il te regarde comme pour dire : « j’ai essayé ».
C’est de voir que l’éclat dans ses yeux est toujours là, mais voilé d’une douce fatigue.
C’est de constater que ses poils blancs ne sont plus une anecdote rigolote, mais les marques du temps qui fait son œuvre.
La partie la plus difficile, c’est de te souvenir du chiot maladroit qui mâchouillait tes lacets, et de le regarder aujourd’hui, agitant lentement la queue, le corps fatigué mais l’âme intacte.
La partie la plus difficile, c’est de savoir que, pour toi, il a été une partie de ta vie, mais que pour lui, tu as été toute la sienne.
Et là, oui, le cœur se serre. Parce que tu n’es pas prêt. Tu ne l’es jamais.
Parce que l’amour qu’il t’a donné ne connaît pas de mesure, et que le silence qu’il laissera ne pourra jamais être comblé."
Et pourtant, tu le choisirais encore. Mille fois.
Parce que tout ce qu’il t’a donné, il l’a fait sans jamais rien demander en retour.
Morale :
Avoir un chien, c’est accepter qu’un jour ton cœur se brisera.
Mais c’est aussi savoir que, tant qu’il battra, ce cœur vivra plus plein, plus noble, plus humain.
Parce que celui qui a été aimé par un chien a connu une forme d’amour qu’il n’oubliera jamais.
There is such sadness when you lose a family member.
Never mind two.
We are all so sorry for your recent losses @DoodleNessa
This one is on its way to you compliments of your Twitter Pack family.
Hopefully it will bring a smile to your face in this time of sadness.
@Dog333@KaiaIsland
In the UK, Millie Taplin was attending her first nightclub on her 18th birthday when she was handed a drink by a stranger. The stranger handed her a vodka lemonade “Try this”
Millie took a sip.
Seconds later, her face went numb, her fingers curled into claws and her entire body stiffened like she was possessed.
She stayed fully conscious, trapped inside herself, writhing in agony and screaming in her head that she couldn’t move her body.
Rushed to hospital, doctors said she was likely dosed with two unknown drugs: one to paralyse her, one to knock her out. Tests couldn’t identify the substance.
Her mother later released footage as a warning: never accept a drink from stranger.
Stolen from another page.
AWKWARD BRITISH PROBLEMS:
🇬🇧Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing
🇬🇧Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again
🇬🇧The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up
🇬🇧Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again
🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever
🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever
🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’
🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether
🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink
🇬🇧"You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit
🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it
🇬🇧 "I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”
🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about
🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake
🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot
🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change
🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again
🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested
🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”
🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon
🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it
🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave
🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible
🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands
🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck
🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit
🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand
🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home
🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector
🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”
🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it
🇬🇧 Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”
🇬🇧 Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”
🇬🇧 Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best
🇬🇧 Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door.
🤣🤣