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"I and my husband, Robert"


Prologue
Who is he? Is he guilty or not?

By robina1978

Our dog, Smokey, rules in our house. HE really is our little KING.

Is he guilty or not? He varies in being guilty or not. As I wrote to you recently: He sometimes listen, and sometimes not. He usually kills for a sweet, it must be a nice one though. He barks guarding and also barks if he does not get what he wants.

A bit unfortunate, he became the leader of our pack. This is not RIGHT.
He has no offspring, he got castrated at an early age. So he does not chase female dogs at all, whether they are in heat or not. He doesn't fight, which is great.

Yesterday we went to the woods together. Here you can see how high up he is.
Also a bit dreamy about the woods or something else (?).

I tried to make him less of a king. I know many things from dog classes over the years, and by watching Cesar Milan on television. Smokey does not respond, as he is a ruler and a KING.

We mind only sometimes, especially if he doesn't stop barking. And when he does not wishes to return on our bed.

He can compete with any other dog in speed and courage, apart from the odd one out. Dog fights are illegal here. I think our King knows that. He does not seek death. We don't want him dead either.

Smokey, not like a king, pinches things from everywhere: cloths from the workroom, hubby's socks, paper hankies. That is not allowed. So GUILTY in that respect.

I have to go and walk Mister King. I did not see the word count item before, so I hope you forgive Smokey and me.

Author Notes My photo comes with this story.
Yesterday we went to the woods together. Here you can see how high up he is.
[He} is a bit dreamy about the woods or something else.

I tried to make him less of a king. I [learnt] many things from [taking] dog classes over the years and by watching Cesar Milan on television. Smokey does not respond, as he is a ruler and a KING.

We mind only sometimes, especially if he doesn't stop barking and when he does not wishes to return on our bed.

He can compete with any other dog in speed and courage, apart from the odd one out. Dog fights are illegal here. I think our King knows that. He does not seek death. We don't want him dead either.

Smokey, [un]like a king, pinches things from everywhere -- cloths from the workroom, hubby's socks, [and] paper hankies. That is not allowed. So GUILTY in that respect.


Chapter 1
I adore you, God

By robina1978

Author Note:To my dear hubby, Robert.

God I love thee much
more than anybody knows
Please guide me, Father

Author Notes Many thanks to booklotto for the artwork.
After this short poem, I will take you through our life.


Chapter 1
Love is precious.

By robina1978

Author Note:To Robert

Our love has always been precious,
like a jewel in a box.
It lasted long, almost forty years.
Then God and the angels took you home.

Now I am so alone and can hardly cope.
I search the house if I can find you.
Our dog Smokey misses you too.
If I am away for half a day,
he shivers from anxiety-scared
I am dead too.

I come to you very soon
by a full moon, always a good sign.
Then we are one again.
Love you more than you know.

Author Notes Many thank to tekyep for the lovely artwork.


Chapter 2
Our love is precious.

By robina1978

Our love has always been precious,

like a jewel in a box.

It lasted long, almost forty years.

Then God and the angels took you home.



Now I am so alone and can hardly cope.

I search the house if I can find you.

Our dog Smokey misses you too.

If I am away for half a day,

he shivers from anxiety-scared

I am dead too.



I'll come to you very soon

by a full moon, always a good sign.

Then we are one again.

Love you more than you know.

Author Notes Many thanks to tekayep for the beautiful artwork.
The first chapter of the book I'm going to write about our marriage.


Chapter 3
Hubby, Robert, still in hospital bed

By robina1978

I hope sincerely that you like the cartoon better than my husband.

He is still in the hospital and the Medical Consultant said he could come home on Tuesday.
But he has not moved any feces for many days, and therefore doesn't eat either.

I heard they still had to do tests over the weekend, amongst others on his stools. That is just not possible if he does not move any. He had an enema a few days ago without result. After this just very gentle powder stuff, which does not do anything. I talked to the nurse he belongs to (???) and she told me he'd been offered a enema but turned this down.

I told him in very certain words he won't get out unless his pooh is out and checked. He promised he'd ask her for one. I have not heard since, This makes me wonder if he asked at all.

I might hear tomorrow, what is going to happen on Tuesday.

Author Notes Courtesy to Google for the lovely cartoon.


Chapter 4
Death is part of life.

By robina1978

Author Note:I love and miss you, Robert.

Death is part of life,
nobody can escape.
You leave your wife ,
and get another shape.

So it is not the opposite,
we all end in a grave.
Not just ideologists,
For nothing we crave

A cremation is possible,
the fire is hot and burns all of you.
Your ashes are scattered,
and make you invisible.

This is according to your wishes.
The music is your taste.
Downwards you see your Mrs.,
no time she can waste.

She struggles every day,
goes up and down.
Feels so far away.
She stays in the same town.

Often she hopes to join you,
in Heaven with The Lord.
Thinks you want this too,
believe in His Word.

Author Notes Courtesy to Google for the artwork.
I still miss you so much, Robert (my husband forever). You died too soon.


Chapter 5
How much more can we take?

By robina1978

I think by now you all know my husband (Robert)

The last time I wrote might have been yesterday. Today he had to go for a kidney examination. The result, and that is all he heard from a new Doctor, is he has to stay in for a fortnight. This is how long the catheter stays in. I don't know if they saw damage in the kidney, or if it is a just in case decision.

According to our home help who visited him today, he might have gained some weight. Nobody wanted to put him on the scales for me, as I flapped out: 'I'll take him home, if he gained enough weight.'

The poor thing still sleeps a lot during the day. I forgot to ask if he slept better during the night.

It seems that Newton's law is ruling in this hospital. They already crippled him a few years ago.

Our Doctor stands by and just lets the shrink make a judgment. Anton, our shrink will see him tomorrow.

I had to cancel my sister for Christmas, because even if he would be home, her dog is too big and boisterous for Robert. She also informed me that all hospitals are equally bad nowadays in this country.

As you will understand I cried my eyes out after this news. So nothing got done, NOTHING AT ALL.

Please keep us, but mainly Robert in your prayers. They might well help better than doctors do.

Author Notes Courtesy to Google for the picture.


Chapter 6
Down to a near skeleton.

By robina1978

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.

My husband, Robert, as had a stomach operation.
Cancer it was, as you already know.
This was about fifteen years ago.
It was most a great success.
He could eat a lot ,
the left over stomach was relatively large.
But he got a dumping syndrome (if the food passes too fast blood sugar gets to low- mimics hypo glycaemia).
It also gave aspiration pneumonia.
Now two bactories love sites of his lungs.
The first treated before the back operation.
Many chest infections.
Acutely admitted to Emmen Hospital.
Still critical.






Chapter 7
I send you many kisses.

By robina1978

Ending in our bed
I send you many kisses
since death split us forever

Author Notes Courtesy to Google for the unique art.
My syllable count is 5-7-7 for this poem.


Chapter 8
Robert always wanted to be a lawyer.

By robina1978

My dear husband, now deceased, as you probably know,
always wanted to become a lawyer, study law.
His father, who also battered him frequently,
from a very young age, as if he was a punch ball,
did not allow this. Why? God alone knows.
Therefore he became a Registered Accountant.
I reckon he was good at his job, but his heart was not in it.

Author Notes Photo from years ago.


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