Robbed!
After spending a such a lovely day with my girlfriend Julie, I came home to find the dogs inside the house? How the hell? It didn’t take long to discover we have been burgled as I walked into our bedroom to find empty jewellery boxes and watch cases scattered on the floor. Clothing and the like ripped from open draws. China trinket boxes laying bare with lids missing. The window beside the sliding glass door, a gapping hole, shattered glass spraying the room. Total devastation. I’m amazed that the dogs had walked through that broken curtain of glass without cutting their feet. I’m babysitting Erin’s 2 Burmese – a quick head count – yep my 3 and Kolby. But no Kyra! My heart sank. It’s now absolutely pouring as an afternoon storm has hit.
After the police had been, reports filled out, we set about searching for Kyra. I let our neighbours know and they immediately start a search as well. Eventually, Kyra crawls our from behind the couch, very skittish and nervous, definitely not like him at all. Whatever happened really frightened him. Best I don’t know. He’s settled down now and is beside me now as I type. So I am thankful the furries are all safe. That really is the main thing.
We are asked to try not to touch anything, the place will be dusted for finger prints tomorrow. It’s not easy having to carefully step over everything. Even harder sleeping tonight.
What is most upsetting is that very sentimental jewellery is gone. I don’t care about anything else. Gra’s grandfathers beautiful engraved gold cuff-links, my grandmothers wedding ring and a gorgeous diamond and pearl necklace that Erin wore on her wedding day, my mothers pearls, my grandfathers baby brooch (1889) and a pearl studded horseshoe stick pin, not to even begin to mention the very special pieces that Gra has given me that mean so much. Gra’s watch collection – including a beautiful antique fob watch and chain. Gone. Just like that!
I can’t even begin to think of the right words to express how I feel inside. Certainly best I don’t say what I think of the thief, or this Blog will become R rated. So I guess I’ll just go and quietly lick my wounds…
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