Jack, Joy and Mimi lived here.



Honey and Zed like to take different walks each day.

We usually walk twice a day and I like to walk around my area so I change things a bit by taking slightly different routes in the morning and in the afternoon.

On rainy days [which we have not had a lot of this winter] we go to one of the town shopping centres and walk around under the verandahs and that way we only get slightly wet.


The photo above is from our morning walks.

We head up the hill towards Sherbrooke Forrest and hang a left a couple of streets up before it gets too steep [you try walking up a one in four incline first thing in the day!]

This street takes us to one of two ways but we usually choose to go left again down an excellent laneway, past a small creek which feeds into ours and then back up towards the highway, either taking the long or the short way home.


The photo above shows a house just before we get to that laneway I spoke of, and just before this house is a cedar clad cottage set well back from the road with a small creek [which only runs when it rains] running through the front yard.


Jack lives there.

Or at least he used to.

Jack [who’s real name is Mimi] belonged to Joy, and Joy is [was] a little old lady who used a walking stick to get painfully around.

My two would always look out for Jack [because she is a Jack Russell terrier] who was always off lead. She would zoom past us like a fighter plane and my two loved it.

I talked with Joy a few times and she always asked me the same question, “What kind of dogs are they?”. And I always answered the same way, “Shitzu Maltese”. We would talk about dogs and the weather and we would head off to complete our walks.

It seemed to me that Joy might soon get to the point where she found it difficult to walk Jack/Mimi so I gave her my card and said that I would be happy to take Jack/Mimi with us for a walk any time she liked.

She smiled but she never did ask.


Last summer her house caught fire. The local brigade put it out before it did too much damage but I guess it was too much for her family because I never saw Jack/Mimi or Joy again.

My guess is that her family thought that she could not look after herself any more and put her in a home.


It’s a good seven months later and yesterday a FOR SALE sign went up on the house.

I don’t know if Joy is still alive or not [her neighbours are not sure what happened to her], but in a way I hope she isn’t. After living in this amazing environment all her life and then being stuck in ‘one of those places’ I think I would prefer to be dead.

With a bit of luck Jack/Mimi found a new home but wherever he is I’ll bet he would rather be with this fiesty old lady who took him for a walk every day, even though it hurt, and let her zoom past the local ‘fluff balls’.

God speed Joy and God speed Mimi and thank you for being a part of our world.

Terry, Honey and Zed.



24 thoughts on “Jack, Joy and Mimi lived here.

  1. I hope she didn’t get put in a home either.

    I know some people are happy in assisted living or nursing homes, but my Mother (who worked in several in her younger days) found them soul less and depressing. I’m so glad my Mother who was totally dependent on my Father and her walking frame, was able to live at home until she passed away last year aged 88.

    My Father is totally independent and still drives. I hope he too remains independent.


    • I had the soul destroying job of trying to choose a nursing home for my mum. She was 84 at the time and had pretty much given up on life having lost my dad some 13 years earlier. She died before a spot came up for her……. and I’m very pleased that she did.
      Thanks for your comments and I hope your dad hangs in there…….. and good on your mum for staying ‘independent’.


  2. The way some lives run out of petrol and then momentum and slow to a halt is usually heart breaking. Those urgent running legs we had in our youths and lack of care and pain seem so removed from those which move stiffly at miserable pace between one chore and another. We live in a society, in the west, where the sense of being isolated has been examined more ruthlessly than ever before. It is never pretty to witness. Moving post.


  3. Good to hear you take the dogs out every day for nice, long walks. We see so many people who let their dogs go in front/back yards or only in the near vicinity of their homes. Dogs are meant to be active, not confined to small areas.

    Reading the last part of your post makes me think how we take simple things for granted, like being able to live in our homes and *choose* how we spend our days. It would probably suck the life out of me if those simple things were taken away from me too…


    • Thank you very much for your comments.
      As for the doggies……. yes, every day. Most people don’t understand how important it is that dogs are allowed to ‘travel’. Humans talk about ‘going for a walk’ but for dogs it is much more important. A big back yard might be good but it does not satisfy their NEED to travel.

      I agree with your observation about the ‘simple things’. And I also agree that losing that independence would be a soul destroying thing for me probably requiring a 9mm solution.
      Just kidding but not kidding about the effect……….. not looking forward to loosing that independence.

      Thank you very much for taking the time to comment….. it’s very much appreciated.


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