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Thank you for your kind comment David. Each season seems to bring different challenges but 2016 seems to have combined all of them
Some might have noticed I have been posting at odd times (for me anyway). Well, exactly a year to the day, that I lost Foxy to epilepsy, I have had to say goodbye to Saffron, my beautiful, intelligent, complex vixen, for the same reason. Some wildlife vets believe that epilepsy is genetic and endemic in the wild fox population but as the onset is usually after the age of 5-6 years (and wild foxes usually only survive 2-3 years) it is somewhat difficult to monitor.
Whilst spending a couple of hours each night searching for Red Mites I thought I was keeping Saffron company. Turns out it was her who was keeping me company and I am missing her just so much

. Foxes are classified as canids of course but they have many traits and characteristics of felines which makes them quite intriguing. I know there are several folk on this site who have lost faithful companions, whether dogs or other animals, and at times like these I remember this poem by Rudyard Kipling which I find quite poignant:
The Power of the Dog
THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find - it's your own affair, -
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!),
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone - wherever it goes - for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear!
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent,
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long -
So why in - Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?