Morning Fear
Wednesday 12th April I woke to the shuddering realisation my garden fence was gone and my garden was going. 2-3 hours later I discovered by shock that the boundary was not what they said and the garden was Halved at the top , the fence posts about to go in and the cats graves were beyond my boundary and no longer in my garden. Not a promise has been kept and the graves wouldn't be protected. The remaining trees are to be cut and dragged out and the wall will be knocked down, may be, might be, will be. I can't trust this. I've seen all my garden torn up and destroyed, my privacy and one of two trees cut down and flung into the trailer where I can see my beautiful Norwegian Fir slowly dying as I sit in my chair and see her opposite, her new growth candles dying. I couldn't bear to see the graves of my beloved cats dug up and their bones flung everywhere especially as nothing is safe, nothing is sacred, tenants property, rights and belongings mean nothing. Thursday 13th I woke with a physical jolt, my immediate thoughts "The cats are the wrong side of the fence". Every morning since I have woken afraid of finding their bones flung over the field. Or their dogs chewing them. Every morning for the last 9 days that has been the first thing upon waking. The fear is over. We exhume d them tonight in a truly horrible experience but they're safe. I'll post about that in a separate post. Thank the Gods for my amazing friend Tilly 💜