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Biscuit Tin Guardian
- Location
- West Yorkshire, UK
On Monday evening Trevor's ex-wife's second husband died. It was not unexpected, and I have to admit that there was no love lost between him and Trevor and I found him hard to get on with, he was racist (Cassidy and Nia are of mixed race, so where does that leave us all?) and mean spirited, the very opposite of my Trevor. Just to confuse things he was also called Trevor, but they couldn't have been more different. Anyway, all that aside, he was still stepfather to Trevor's children and as much Grandad to their children as I am Grandma. For my lovely step children and grandchildren, losing my Trevor was the first major loss in all their lives and they have bravely done their best to help me through it all, as I have them. Then this second loss, only six months after the first. Donna (oldest) I knew was staying one more night with their mum, then bringing her back to her place tomorrow for a while. Mel, (second oldest, and mum to Cass and Nia) came home yesterday. I sent her a text this evening to ask how things were going and it turns out that Jax, their big sweet goofy Doberman who they all love so much bit her on the mouth today. Three years ago he bit a friend of Nia's when she and Nia were play fighting. There was talk then of him being PTS but after much thought they decided against it,instead doing a lot of work with the children about behaviour around dogs and how they can interpret things differently from us. Today however has been the final straw it seems. Mel has had to have stitches in her face and Marcus, her husband has taken Jax to be PTS. I'm just so, so sad for all of them. Mel says the children are completely devastated and she is trying so hard to be strong but is finding it very difficult. Marcus is a dear, lovely husband and father, totally a family man, but Jax was so much his dog and he will also be heartbroken. I sit here by the fire with my sweet little Joy, a glass of mulled wine to keep me warm and some music playing. I think 'What next?' for my poor little loves. It seems so unfair, too, too much all at once. I have of course sent Mel a text saying that I am here and can be a shoulder to cry on, or will do anything at all to help. Don't know what to do though. Do know my Trevor would be beside himself with upset, worry and love for them all. Sorry for another sad post.
