Our Spot

Jetson, a Maltese Poodle ran his way into my life when I was just 10 years old. This was a big year for me as a 10 year old girl I had just moved schools and moved house it was exciting but, what more exciting than a new best friend! and that is exactly what he became!

Talking about memories I shared with this blonde colored ball of fluff could go on forever. What didn't we do together? We definitely enjoyed each others company. This special curly ball of fluff definitely was living the dream life of a dog, he always claimed the front seat of my car he would stick his head out the window and a lot of the time ended up in the McDonald drive through to get his ice-cream treat. Unfortunately Jetson passed in late 2020 and as a dogs best friend it was difficult I often find myself reminiscing about the 'Great adventures of Dempsey and Spagetto' which is a nickname I came up for him it went quite well his fur was blonde spaghetti coloured and curly.

The memory I shared with Jetson that will always have a special spot in my heart is not a singular memory it did not happen just one time though it falls under one memory. We lived right across the road from the beach and I begun to enjoy running and of course running is best done with a buddy - Jetson was my buddy I would sometimes run, walk, ride a bike, skateboard or scooter along this red tinged footpath, it runs parallel to the beach pretty much all the way around the West Australian coast . We would use this path everyday after school just before the sunset would start, just like clock work.

We had a spot. "Our Spot" is what I named it it felt appropriate. I have not been back to this spot since Jetson passed but, I will never forget the exact location, there was a pole in the sand dunes a few kilometers up from our house it was our marker. Jetson's little legs would scurry alongside me full of pure excitement and joy. Sometime I would ride a bike fitted with a basket on the back. He would sit on a towel inside the basket and stick his head out behind me. I will always remember the smile on his face whether he was running or enjoying the wind through his luscious sandy curls on the back of the bike.

The Core Part of these memories are not the journey to Our Spot but, the time we spent at our spot. We had a ritual we pretty much followed everyday like it was a religion. We would find the perfect place to sit followed by a swim, a quick energy release run up the beach and then a rinse off. After our swim and run we would sit and watch the sunset together. The best thing about these moments is that I would let my heart pour and Jetson would listen it was comforting I knew he was not going to judge me. I appreciate every word he listened to every tear he caught on his fur and every step we ran together. Though these moments from the outside look like a girl and her dog going on a run followed by a swim and a sunset it was certainly a lot more. These moments were an escape from reality, a pressure release. To Jetson I am sure they were fun little adventures away from the house. In loving memory of Jetson I write this story though he was nine years old when he passed which seems old for a he always behaved like a puppy you would have no idea/