This little tale popped into my head while I was out exercising my two furry friends the other morning.
“Where do you go every day, bach?”
“What do you mean, where do I go every day? You know where I go…I take the dog for a walk.”
“But where do you go?”
“You know where I go. Down through the cemetery, into the woods, to the stream. You know Buster likes to splash around in there. Proper water baby he is…Then home the other way, through the village and up the hill.”
“But why are you gone so long?”
“What do you mean, why am I gone so long? He has to have a decent play, dun he? Sometimes, on the way back, we stop and chat to the old girl, you know, the one on the corner. She’s usually pottering about in her garden. Likes to chat she do…bit lonely I think.”
“You see why I’m worried, doctor?” Mrs Thomas pinched her lips into a small o with pale fingers.
Doctor Williams sighed, “I’m sorry Mrs Thomas, I don’t understand…”
“It’s the old girl, see. Mrs Jones. She died last year…” Mrs Thomas clenched her hands together, squeezing out any remaining blood.
Doctor Williams leaned towards Mr Thomas sympathetically, “I’m sure there must be an explanation, Mr Thomas? Perhaps you are getting this Mrs Jones confused with somebody else? Maybe the new owner of the house?”
Mr Thomas stared back blankly at the doctor.
“No one has moved in, doctor.” Mrs Thomas explained, her forehead furrowing into deep gashes, “They’ve had a muddle. The family are squabbling over everything. No will, see.”
“Oh. Well…perhaps you are getting your times confused Mr Thomas?” Doctor Williams looked at his patient hopefully, “Is that the problem? You’re thinking about conversations that happened some time ago…something you haven’t done in a while?”
Mr Thomas looked through the doctor.
Shaking her head, Mrs Thomas said, “No doctor, he told me just this last Friday he’d had a chat with her, see.”
“Mmm.” Doctor Williams leant back in his chair, pressing his palms together.
Mrs Thomas drew a deep breath, “The thing is, doctor. That’s not the biggest worry…”
“Then tell me, Mrs Thomas, what is the biggest worry?” Doctor Williams turned his chair to properly look at this small, anxious woman for the first time.
“Well doctor, the biggest worry is…we don’t have a dog.”