Couldn't stop crying at the slightest thing, and it just got worse... I was doing some packing and came across my memory box. Letters from ex, poems and cards. Cards from my Grandma and knick-knacks from good times. At least I got it all out!!
I think a kindly neighbour started it - she met me coming out of the house and said "if you want to call in for tea and a chat anytime, do. I know what its like to be alone". Getting bad when the old folk feel sorry for you.
However I have also learnt a lesson from the same neighbours dog. We often meet when out walking. She has a cavalier king Charles dog she rescued several years back. It is sooooo timid and scared of other people, but not of my 150lb dog. This week though it taught me that patience pays. For the first time it approached me, sat and allowed me to feed it treats. So if you wait patiently long enough, without pushing, you can see positive results. There is hope yet.
