Mum never had a doll's house when she was a kid and although much older, she often mentioned how she would have loved one to play with. I decided to make that dream come true.
With a few bits and pieces from around home, some lights etc - I hand-crafted a pretty awesome looking house. Each of the small doll's furniture I made directly, making sure I kept the true feel of a dolls house that would have been made in my mum's childhood period.
Me being a musician, of course the house just had to have a few instruments - can't have an unhappy doll.
Written for my Labrador female Dog named “Gina” that saved the life of my Brother Paul’s daughter named Sandi, at a water fall on the Central coast, that bought her back from the edge of the sandstone cliff, that meant certain death for Sandi if she took anymore steps forward, Gina’s training as a seeing eye dog kicked in that placed herself between Sandi and herself that took her away from the edge of the cliff I was told in reflection by Sandi herself years later of the close call as a young girl, Gina was my only companion that understood my nature, because Gina had unconditional love, her kidneys were failing and she was in pain as I left her with the vet, that told me over the phone that she had to have kidney dialysis to treat her that was her only chance, but it was expensive and prolonged, I was unemployed and fighting to hold myself together after having another break down in 1995 when we were living with Mum and Pop in Toowoomba, I asked the vet would she still be in pain? He said there was no grantees at her age as she was almost 15 years old, and it might not work in her case.
I told Mum it is over, and she will need me now to make her pain go away, I was in a borrowed van that I could transport her to the farm where I was helping in building an Art studio for a teacher at the university of Southern Queensland , he said I could bury her out on his farm where I was working to be close to her, I was not even in the vets driveway when I heard Gina barking from behind the brick wall, how would she even know that it was even me? My heart was breaking and I was at the point of crying, that she knew I was coming to release her from her pain, she was placed by the vet into my arms inside to comfort her inside the van as I spoke to her as she closed her eyes for the last time, I stopped outside the local church to say to God that I know he cares for the living and mostly in times like this for his animals that are dying or for people that are to be buried, Gina was buried with some photos of myself, Mum and Pop.
This is a photo of myself and Gina, while holding her in a cuddle in this photo just days before she was to be freed of her pain, she is lying in peace on a property out near Toowoomba where she is waiting for my return. I miss her every day. ROSSCOE.