Where's Ma'am? by Muick the Queen's Corgi

Author:Muick, the Queen's Corgi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2023-02-17T00:00:00+00:00

7

I don’t think I slept at all that night. I wanted her so badly. I kept thinking that she must have wanted me too before she left, and I wasn’t with her. This made me so desperately sad.

I paced round the room for hours, listening to Sandy whimper in her sleep. I would resolve to go and find her right away and see if it was really true, then stop in my tracks, knowing it was useless. I could feel that she had gone. I could feel the emptiness growing inside me.

I must have fallen asleep eventually because I opened my eyes to find Sandy licking my face gently and saying, ‘Wake up, Muick. We have a visitor.’

It was the nice lady who has been here almost constantly lately; the one who calls Ma’am ‘Mummy’. I was so glad to see her that I jumped up and trotted over to sit at her feet and look up into her face. Perhaps there had been a mistake?

But the lady crouched down and explained that Ma’am had passed away, very peacefully. She said that we had brought her so much joy and told us we could always take comfort in our happy memories.

I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but it was as if the words were in some other language I couldn’t understand.

The lady was so kind, stroking our fur as she spoke. I could see that she was upset too, even more than we were. I wanted to make her feel better. Ma’am would have wanted me to think of others rather than myself. That was what she always did. So I nuzzled my head into her hand, and for a minute none of us could make any sound at all.

‘You’ll be going back to Windsor very soon,’ the lady said eventually, ‘and you will always be well looked after.’

Then she stood up. ‘Now, there is a lot to organise. I must get on.’

And with that, she patted us gently one more time and stepped out into the hallway.

Sandy and I looked at each other and bowed our heads. All I could think was that I would never see Ma’am again. Never feel her touch or breathe in her scent or scamper after her out on the hills. There would be no more buttered toast nibbled from her hand, no more sitting under her desk or snoozing on the sofa. How would I bear my life without her?

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