My Mother and Bambi

My Mother and Bambi Just before Christmas twenty years ago my mother died, the Eve was a sad affair, I lived alone in Portugal at the time, but I bought my dog a big bone, so she was happy. I couldn`t get a flight home, so I walked around in a daze, there was a hole that couldn`t be filled the immense loss. My dog Bambi, wouldn`t let me alone insisted we go for walks in the woods where I was chased by a boar, and today a big boar crossed the road. Time passes, and grief abates into a fond memory. Bambi too has gone now I buried her in the woods between two leaning sandstones, wondered if I should get another dog but like my mother my dog could not be replaced.