Is And Isn’t
Glistening with sunrise are leaves dampened by rainfall in the small hours…1, 2, 3…hitting my windshield in little spits...
September 1, 1:45 am: Driving home from the bar. Hershey, where are you?
I'll look in the misplaced shadows where a little bit of her might linger and blend in the forest's dips and hollows.
She keeps afloat and aflutter that cluster of swallowtail butterflies overhead. She’s a whispered breeze. Hershey?
I have been seeing her in my head non-stop since I found her Monday, aware with a glance that she was gone. Less dead than free, she had shed her cancer on the basement floor. Her lifeless body was just a tumble of discarded clothes, but I cried anyway.
Where does life go? I can’t believe that Mother Nature, who coaxes life from frozen ground each spring, would waste the loving energy squeezed inside a dog’s short life. Be free girly.
The vet called today. Her remains are ready. We can bring Hershey home.
i'm sorry for your loss, but it does seem that you and Hershey were perfect for each other even in her passing. peace.
ReplyDeleteEvery day I look at Jakey, my 1st dog, my black/dk chocolate lab/chow/heinz57 and wonder how many more days we have. No cancer, but aging fast with bad hips that get worse every day, and one lipoma I can see and feel and more inside according to my vet because once they get one, they keep getting them. Tuesday after labor day we'll make our annual trek to lincolnville beach to swim and walk on the rocks and eat lobster (me) and fries (him) at Mclaughlins. And take lots of pictures... He's stretched out on the floor snoozing just a few feet away right now. Still sleeps in bed with me. Soon I'll move the mattress to the floor so he won't have the climb up the stairs to get in and the scary and painful drop off the edge in the morning because the down steps are scarier. If he makes it to his 12th birthday, really an unknown day but we celebrate it on Nov. 1 which is close enough, then I'll sneak him in to Merrysprings Park at dusk so we can revisit his happy puppyhood memories. So sorry for your loss...
ReplyDeleteMary, many thanks for reading! Just keep Jakey happy and do the things he likes to do...that's all he wants!
DeleteMade me think of you and Hershey...
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Hershey is home now. Ashes. I have a spot on our hiking trail where she liked to sit and look down a slope...i want to put her there...
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