I first heard this song when I was little, and dad was home, playing a Louis Armstrong album full whack. Only Dad had access to the record player, and as he was away in the Navy most of the time, this meant it didn't get used much. I don't know if the prohibition came from him, or if mum was just terrified of the repercussions should we scratch one of the records. But it was out of bounds. Hence, musical memories are wrapped up with my dad.
Anyway. THIS one is a favourite.
But.... this version isn't Louis Armstrong.
Listen to it first, and see if you can guess who it is.
If you've seen the movie The Jacket, you'll have come across it before.
Answer at the foot of this post.
It has been five weeks since Scooter passed...
I have never been this long without holding him.
I still cry EVERY DAY.
Like I said before, the crying doesn't lessen, it goes deeper, into big sobs.
I am up most nights because I don't want to let it out too much during the day...
Up till now it's been like Scooter is away. At the vet's, maybe. Or perhaps he is living elsewhere. The missing part has been painful, but accompanied by a sense that it will end. Suddenly it has hit me that it won't end. That this is it, and I can't hold him any more, or give him chinny rubs, or cuddle and scrunch him out of a grump into a reluctant, but growing, purr.
My baby's gone.
His absence is like a shadow with no object to cast it. It's physical, but untouchable.
I'm consulting a pet bereavement counseller. Should hear in the next week or so. I'll post again after that.
OK so which of these three groups do you fall into now then?
(1)- yeah I knew that(2)- OMG Iggy Pop???? Really???? Good grief! Well, well, well....(3)- Who?