My dog of 11 years suddenly passed away due to a heart attack.
He was a quirky little fella, his garden was his kingdom as most dogs like to think. He had the ears of a fox that could hear a pigeon flying by from miles away – in which case he was always ready to make sure that said pigeon stayed a safe distance away from his family that he needed to protect.
Ben died on the 1st of September. All hearts that Ben had touched were broken.
A few nights after crying and grieving over losing our little boy, I had realised that he had left us on the day that Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry began its new academic year.
It was comforting to have a connection between two of the things that I have loved the most in my life; my companion of 11 years and my favourite literary and movie collection.
I imagined my happy little Ben on his way to platform nine and three quarters, with his scarf and luggage, ready to bolt towards the train entrance just like he did once on a London bus. He ran for the door, up the stairs and went to sit down on a seat. I don’t know how much he cared for boats, but I’m sure he would have enjoyed the view of the castle on his way there.
Stealing the spotlight at the welcoming dinner in the great hall, and eating all the chicken and gravy he always dreamed about.
He is now the seventh ghost of Hogwarts, and 2018 was the year they needed him there. He could no longer stay in the muggle world with us, but I know he’s living it up as Hogwarts’ new resident.
In loving memory of my oldest friend, RIP Ben x