The Boys are Truly Gone
January 8th 2012 21:00
Catching up with Brett just before the festive season, I asked him if he had any news on my beloved Tonks.
“They’re gone,” he said.
“What do you mean, ‘they’re gone’?” I asked.
“The last time I spoke to the lady who took them was that she found a home for them.”
“What did you say to her?”
“Nothing. I wanted to shut them out.”
“What happened to you saying that my friend would be the first to take them if she couldn’t look after them anymore?” I demanded. “I thought you said she was first in line.”
“Well, I left them at the boarding house for the vet to look after them. She was happy to take them but it looks like she has found another home for them. I don’t know what that means.”
I was fuming. Could Brett be any more dense? It sounds as if she has offloaded them to someone else.
“Do you have her name?”
“Anastasia.”
“What’s her last name?”
Brett thought for a moment. “I can’t remember.”
“Do you have her number?”
“Yes.”
“Can you give it to me?”
“I don’t have it here. It’s at home.” He paused. “How do you feel about this?”
“Disappointed. It sounds as if you didn’t want my friend to take them for whatever reason. I don’t know why as she lives nearby and you keep saying you miss them. She could have kept them and we could have visited them.”
“But they were no longer mine. They were Anastasia’s.”
“That’s not the point. You led me to believe Anastasia would only be taking care of them until you were ready to take them back or hand them to my friend.”
I spent the next five minutes sulking. I know, it sounds childish but the thought of having to say goodbye to them was only too much to bear. The only consolation was that as a vet, hopefully Anastasia would have found a good home for them. I hope so anyway.
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