Do you have a Guardian Angel?

Bobbi

Bobbi

I believe we all have guardian angels. What manner of disguise these angels take varies. They may be two-legged, four-legged or have none at all. They may be solid beings, or indefinable spirits. The maybe with us for life, or be a temporary state of affairs.

Bobbi on our "walk"

Bobbi on our “walk”

The important thing is that somehow or other they convey a message to us that is somehow beneficial to our well being, directly or indirectly.

My current guardian angel is called Bobbi and has 4 legs.

This bundle of energy does not belong to me and I do not feed him. He comes to me of his own free will and spends his days keeping me company. Sometimes sitting quietly on my feet when we are still, otherwise following me wherever I go and totally delighting in the ritual of a late afternoon walk which he deems is done entirely for him.

making sure I am following

making sure I am following

It starts with him recognising my preparations for the walk and perking up considerably. He dances around as I come outside. He rushes to the top of the bank, standing and watching me intently to make sure I am going to descend, thus meaning we are starting on the route for the walk.  Once he establishes that I am in fact descending, I swear he smiles. He launches himself off the top of the bank, into the air, and meets me at the bottom with pure delight written all over his face and body.

and he's off

and he’s off

And then we are off. Or rather Bobbi is. He has grown brave with the passage of time and now chooses his own routes through the long grasses and reeds. He now races ahead then waits at given points for me to catch up. He pounces on  things I cannot see in the undergrowth and chases larger animals I can see in the bushes around us. Needless to say the larger wildlife is no longer a regular sight.

checking smells

checking smells

He delights in all the smells that come wafting on the breeze, with a nose that is never still and often pointed up into the air. He stops to smell the messages that have been marked along the trail on the long grasses, looking for all the world like he is stopping to smell the flowers (only there are none).

taking time to smell the news

taking time to smell the news

At our destination point he checks the vicinity where we stop, then he sits quietly at my side on the weir and we observe the river together, me with my eyes, him with his eyes and his nose.

 

Eventually we return the way we came.

waiting for me to catch up

waiting for me to catch up

 

Most recently I had in my mind to continue with some outside work in an area immediately behind the cottage.

well camouflaged

well camouflaged

For no good reason I only thought about it, but took no action.

A short while later frantic barking erupted from this vicinity. On investigation I find Bobbi barking in the face of a very well camouflaged puff adder and making it really angry.

And whilst he was very quick darting in and out, he was not quick enough to prevent getting bitten. The bite was near his eye and I presumed he would die as the majority of deaths due to snake bite are due to puff adders.

Seeking help from his nearby owners, the snake was killed and Bobbi was pulled away. Discussion amongst ourselves deemed that this was the end for Bobbi.

the bite result

the bite result

After 30 mins of sobbing and telling Bobbi not to die, while he sat trying to comfort me by licking my hands, it occurred to me that perhaps there was something I could do. Consulting the internet did not produce much of a result as most of it dealt with human bites. Contacting the farm manager resulted in directions to the nearest vet (50km away) who it was confirmed was home and expecting me (this being a Sunday). By the time we arrived the swelling had virtually closed the one eye and was travelling down his jaw line.

The vet intervention was sufficient -with the vet believing it was not a full bite – and young Bobbi has now recovered. Although he does somehow seem rather nervous and jumpier than before.

But I do believe that my guardian angel somehow intervened and prevented me from going to the area where this incredibly well camouflaged snake was, at least until it had been dealt with.

Do you have a guardian angel?

 

 

 

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