When I first started blogging five or six years ago (with the assistance of a certain Labrador Cross) it was Kaz who became one of my first commenters to introduce the true flavour of blogging. Up until then I'd been leaving comments at random on leading blogs and not getting so much as a lol. Kaz did blogging as it should be, regular three times a week posts with lots of humour, honesty, gossip and pictures - her comments box was as essential a stop as the Blue Boar Services on the M1 in the 1970's. She became a welcome regular to my blog and I looked forward to hers, a vital infusion of wit and charm when I was working in a Company that possessed neither.
Just over a year ago, in retrospect about the time she must have been given her medical prognosis, I wrote a post recalling that it had been a year since Mr Murph had passed on. After a batch of sympathetic comments a few days passed and then came this comment from Kaz, which turned out to be one of the last few individual comments she made on my blog:
I remembered.
I found out just before I had to go round to Kev's for tea.
I was so upset that I had to explain.
I told him that I had a secret blog and that a dog who wrote my favourite blog had died.
Amazingly he understood and was very understanding.
I'll always love Murph.
I found out just before I had to go round to Kev's for tea.
I was so upset that I had to explain.
I told him that I had a secret blog and that a dog who wrote my favourite blog had died.
Amazingly he understood and was very understanding.
I'll always love Murph.
Thanks, Kaz, for all your kind words and our little subset of the blog World will miss you terribly - it just won't be the same. The parting advice you passed on to Kev were "enjoy life". In Mr Murph's terms I suppose that would be translated as "full-on or fast asleep".
