Ok, so I am getting behind in my school work because my teacher didn't respond on time to give me my assignment, and assuming she would be on top of things, I let it slide most of the week. I find out my assignment on Friday, only to get a call from animal control that my dog was put down.
This is the dog that the electrician my landlord hired to finally finish my kitchen let out on Thursday, neglecting to tell us that he was gone. We found out after 3 PM. . .but the dog was hit just before noon. So we would have had time to save our dog.
Did I mention that the dog is just older than my youngest daughter and so she hasn't known life without him. She is just short of two years and doesn't understand where he is, and is having a really difficult time mourning, when she doesn't even understand why she's sad. We tried to tell her, but she isn't really processing it.
My older daughter is tormenting our younger girl because she is angry that the dog is dead. He was part of her stability. So, she is acting out and I want to kill my ex even more for bringing a child molester into my little girls life. Yes, it is tangentially related. The molester is in jail and my daughter is in counseling.
So, we got a new puppy yesterday. Also a Shih Tzu. She is the cutest little thing. Since she will likely go from black (what she was born) through Dk Brown with black tips (now) to white with black tips (her Daddy's coloration) we are calling her Fade.
This all brings me to the point where I can't write anything worth while. Mostly I am writing this to try to get past the apathy block that seems to want to prevent me from doing anything. I didn't feel in the mood to write January 1st, 1980 today, since I am not in an optimistic mood, and to write it now would probably provide a much darker bent than should be there.
Well, not many people read these anyway, it seems, so I'll just finish and go back to my attempts to write something coherent for 12-string
Comments
So sorry
about your troubles and the grief that your kids are going through. I hope things can start turning around for you and yours. I really like 12-string though, I'm a sucker for a good rock story.
Bailey Summers
People laugh at me, but
We just recently lost my very favorite kitty (out of 7). She liked to sit on my shoulder as I wrote, and frequently "made comments" (by farting). Talk about disgusting!
She was an old tabby, and I still tear up when I think of her.
People laugh at me (not an unusual occurence), but I loved her. She apparently liked "Together", which is why it was my first story here.
A pet becomes a major part of your emotions. They actuyally seem to become a kind of relection of you. Losing them is like pulling out a piece of your heart, and of course, it is extremely painful. How much more tragic must it be for a child to suddenly lose a part of their world.
My prayers are with you!
Wren
My sympathy for your loss
Like Wren said, losing a pet is like losing a piece of your heart, especially when you don't have time to prepare for their passing. Sometimes, it can be a blessing to have them finally pass, ending their suffering, but it still hurts so bad. (Just writing this has me in tears, because it reminds me of my Cassie, who lived for 22 years with me and was 'my' cat from the day she climbed onto my shoulder as a tiny kitten. She stayed there as we faced the world together...)
Anyhow, I took comfort from the rainbow bridge poem, and maybe you'll like it too.
The Rainbow Bridge
inspired by a Norse legend
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.
© 1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved.
Some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue