5th October 2022
Kelli had a bad night waking at 3.30am and not being able to get back to sleep. As I have said before, that means I don’t sleep either, I am used to early mornings, Kelli isn’t.
What had been troubling her was the demolition of her old rented house. Her daughter Greer reminded her that Mazy, her miniature Schnauzer, a nasty mini bundle of hate was buried in the garden near a bush.
She wanted to try and find the grave and exhume the remains and rebury them somewhere in our garden.
As the work was moving at a fast pace I cycled alone to see what was happening.
When I got there nothing was left standing. The digger was pulling stuff out of the hole and dropping it into a large skip.
I got the driver’s attention, and explained the situation, he said he would finish removing the basement walls and timbers by mid afternoon, so it would be available for us to try to locate the grave.
So at the middle of the afternoon, with shovels in the back of the truck we headed off to the site.
By now the place was levelled except of a deep hole where the basement used to be. The bush had been torn up, so there was no reference point at all.
I was trying to understand the layout of the place to establish where this bush would have been. Kelli couldn’t remember exactly, so it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I tried to approach the dig like the time team, digging trenches parallel down to a depth of two feet. Digging was easy, the soil was sandy, and I must have moved a ton of the stuff. People would walk by and inquire what we were doing. Once it was explained to them they would walk away no doubt saying under their breath “ good luck with that buddy”.
I persevered, until I could barely hold the shovel, it was hopeless, we gave it our best shot, but the bones of Mazy eluded us.
Another Lifetime to go 