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Our Goodwoof Memories

What Goodwoof Means to Us Before the very first Goodwoof in May 2022, our journey with it had already begun. Back in November 2021, Darcy

The Day We Became We

Darcy’s Gotcha Day is May 16, 2011. It is the day we became we. The day my life changed course. Fourteen years ago, I was

Happy 15th!

Every love story starts somewhere. 26 February 2011.I was in Glasgow visiting a friend when, somewhere in Wales, a little pup and her two brothers

1461 days

As January unfolds, the anniversary of losing Darcy draws nearer. Alongside the celebrations and rituals, December and January now carry memories that have become part

Letting Go Without Forgetting

Tonight I burned a scrapbook of memories.Not out of anger, not to erase the past —but to release the weight of it. Page by page,

Chosen

And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. I remember

Happy 14th

Memories have a powerful way of bringing back the people we love by allowing us to revisit moments that held deep meaning, comfort, or joy.

Hollywood Reporter

It was quite coincidental when we learnt that we had been featured in Hollywood Reporter (26 July, 2024) on the day of Darcy’s passing anniversary.

The Dash

Life is not defined by its beginning or end, but by what happens in between. The dash between a birthdate and a date of death

Making Traditions

For a long time, spending Christmas at Claridge’s with Darcy and George was high on my bucket list. As soon as local Covid restrictions eased

We’ll always have Paris

Before I had dogs, we had an apartment in the 12th arrondissement in Paris, and I fondly remember those carefree summer days spent wandering the city.

Happy 13th

I wonder how we would have celebrated if you’re still with us. We would probably be on the road, at one of the many places

May, Lulu and Georg close up shot

Following Her Legacy

As I navigate life without Darcy’s physical presence, it entails crafting a new narrative that honours her memory while propelling us forward.  So the time

Celebrating Her Legacy

Originally titled “Letting Go” or “Moving On,” this blog post seemed to have caused writer’s block for me. I couldn’t fully embrace the concept.  Last

731 days

Dear Darcy, It’s been 731 days since you left this world. Not a day has gone by without a thought of you flickering through my

Rainbows

On our New Year’s Eve beach walk in Marazion, Cornwall, a rainbow appeared. 🌈 Just like it did on the shores of St. Andrews on

Imagine

Thank you Sam Toft, for this very poignant drawing.  While this time of the year is filled with festive cheer, there is an underlying shadow

ForEver After

During the festive season each year, Grosvenor Square in Central London comes alive with the gentle glow of thousands of illuminated white roses transforming it

Celebrating Miss Darcy

A fun video to celebrate Darcy on her second heavenly birthday. She wore them well but she didn’t dress to impress. She was beautiful just

A Masterpooch

Our main gallery wall in our bedroom is almost full! But there was space for a piece of fine art … Martine had gifted this

Always Mine

When love strolls into our lives – often brazen and unannounced – we rarely know the form it will take or the time it chooses

A Perfect Day

Mum hadn’t spoken about her knee replacement surgery which took place soon after we returned from St. Andrews. While she’s been recuperating I’ve been to

365 days

A message from all the dogs who have left us behind … I see that you are crying, for it was my moment to leave.

Scatterings of Memories

Just couldn’t contain Darcy in one place. There are too many memories and so Mum decided to scatter her memories at places that will always

Look for me in the stars

Look up at the heavens and you will see me there. There’s a star in the Ursa Minor constellation, also known as the Little Bear

Living with “C”

It all began one day in mid-December when Mum was taking Little Tyke and his dad to Heathrow. Mum was sad that we were not

Darcy

Darcy

My father’s a miniature poodle called Ginger and my mother an English Cocker Spaniel called Beth. That’s what makes me a cockapoo.

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