HayGirl mourns

The HayFarm has recently suffered tragic loss of a HayPuppy elder, known to HayGirl as BungEye. 

HayParents convey this bereavement in entirely unsuitable manner via email. Arrive at work and receive said sad tidings in cold sweat and panic as in addition to canine calamity the faithful HayCruiser refuses – refuses – to start. 

Go about daily duties and receive mandatory phone call from Colleague – who is neither Esteemed nor Otherwise as do not really know them. 

UNKNOWN COLLEAGUE: How are you? 

HAYGIRL (touchy): Do you really want to know? 

UNKNOWN COLLEAGUE (Clearly ignorant of ways of world and protocol in this instance): Yeah, go on, tell me. 

HAYGIRL: Well, my dog died and my car won’t start so I would say that am feeling rather miserable.  

UNKNOWN COLLEAGUE: Don’t worry, my dog died as well. 

HAYGIRL (aghast): TODAY! REALLY! 

UNKNOWN COLLEAGUE: No, few years ago, so I can relate. 

HAYGIRL thinks to self. Whatever. I am so not sympathising with your ancient plight. Is practically dancing on poor dear BungEye’s grave.  

HAYGIRL (admittedly, tiny bit hopeful): Was it traumatic? 

UNKNOWN COLLEAGUE: Yes. My brother ran over it and it was blind and deaf and then someone had to shoot it. 

HAYGIRL: Oh. 

The moral of this sad little tail (note that even in grief, can still pun) is that nobody ever really gets over loss of canine friend. 

And try to restrain yourself from heart to heart with Unknown Coworkers. 

More to come, but am off to don a black paw band.

XOX HG 

“Vale BungEye “ 

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