Queen of Happybeach

This page is dedicated to our beautiful dog Eddie, who died on May 17th 2016 after eating poison carelessly left on the roadside.

She was the true Queen of Happybeach and knew every smell, every rock – and peed on most litter! She greeted every visitor and engaged with all the creatures, her favourite being lizards. She was gentle and loving and gave such joy.

She will be sadly missed by us all.

my little girl

Angel Eddie



going for a dip

In the pool

eddie in the sea

Or the sea



new coat

new coat for chilly days

Eddie and the chicks

Inspecting the chicks

queen of the beach

Queen of Happybeach

happy beach girls

Happybeach Girls

eddie on the beach

Looking after my stuff when I swim

eddie and oliver

With her other best friend

checking out the beach

Checking out the weather

in the garden

In the garden

best buddies

The girls

3 months old

Eddie 3 month’s old

Eddie's first beach clean

Eddie’s 1st beach clean – March 8th 2015

Eddie May 2016

RIP May 17th 2016

A Dog Has Died

– by Pablo Neruda, translated by Alfred Yankauer

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I’ll join him right there,
but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I’ll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I’ll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea’s movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean’s spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.

So now he’s gone and I buried him,
and that’s all there is to it.

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