"This is a photo of Nacho, she is the four legged joy of my life.
I am disabled and spend a lot of my time in bed, Nacho is always with me, lying on my foot cradle, supervising the neighbourhood.
Actually, she really belongs to my daughter, so when she comes home from work I am forgotten.
It doesn't really bother me because I know tomorrow she will be back!!"

Those were the first words I wrote on my blog,

Nacho was the main reason for starting it, she was the joy of my life, and sometimes my sanity.

Even though I did not talk much about it, life was still very difficult for me, I was still trying to come to terms with my change of life style! 

Nachi saw me shed a lot of tears. 

Whenever I was sad Nachi would jump off the foot cradle onto my chest, and there she would lie with her nose almost touching my nose. Sometimes that little pink tongue  would delicately kiss my cheek as I pulled her ears. She listened to a lot of my worries as she looked at me with those beautiful eyes.

Jess loved her feet and I loved her shiny little nose and bright eyes. I can almost hear her breathing and the soft feel of her breath on my face,

She loved us sooo much, if Jess and I were having a hug within a minute Nachi would appear from nowhere, run up the bed and squeeze her little head in between ours. 

It became a game for Jess and me, we loved to see how long it took her to reach us. We were a family of three.

 Those little feet caused me some trouble; 

I bruise very easily,and heavy little feet leave bruises on bare skin, twice the visiting nurses queried where the bruises came from and I had to explain it was Nacho, not abuse!!!

Tonight I looked through my photos and came across some '

'BED' pictures ----------

I often wondered whose bed it was.

Writing is definitely helping me deal with my loss.

as I lie here and see our girl in my head, I am not crying so much, as I tell Jess, she will never leave us, she will always be in our memory, waiting to come whenever we think of her.

 I just wish I could give her one more cuddle,

and hear Jess say "Oh, she's alright".

I miss her warm body lying against my feet.