A birthday, a requiem, and a new puppy
It’s been a busy day. It was our son Jethro’s birthday.
We got a phone call in the morning saying that there would be no one at the children’s home in Atteridgeville, where we were planning to go for a service. It was too late to go anywhere else, except perhaps St Sergius in Midrand, where we thought the Divine Liturgy started a but later, so we went along to it. It’s been a long time since we were there, and i9n fact it was the first time we had been during the time of the present priest, Fr Daniel.
They also had a special Requiem afterwards it was the 70th anniversary of the end of the Great Patriotic War (World War II in Europe). It was held at a chapel outside the main church, dedicated to |St Vladimir. We had not seen it before, and we found out that it was erected in memory of the Russians who had been killed in the Anglo-Boer War (1899-1902).
When we got home we went out for lunch to celebrate Jethro’s birthday, and then we went to get a new puppy. One of our dogs, Squiffylugs, has cancer, and doesn’t have logn to live. Our other dog, Samwaisw, will need some canine company when she is gone, and we thought, since she had never had any puppies of her own, and adopted puppy might giver her a sort of surrogate motherhood.
The new puppy is a Border Collie, and we are thinking of calling him Pimen, which means shepherd or pastor.
Squiffylugs immediately got all maternal, and inspected him for fleas, nibbling him all over (and slobbering over him at the same time). Samwise brought his ball, perhaps worried that with the new arrival no one would be interested in throwing his ball for him.
If this blog post seems a little incoherent, that’s because it’s difficult to write with a puppy demanding attention.