Death is an impossible thing to get ones arms around. Whether its a person you know or admire, or a beloved pet who is a part of your family...there is a vacancy, a hole, that is left...with an all too thin residue of memories... Our Little Guy passed away yesterday. No warning...no sign that we would soon not have him in person, on the couch, in the chair at the foot of our bed, underfoot....there was just a beginning of not feeling so well, followed by a sharp descent to his passing. And now he is gone... I was in class, finishing out a pretty typical day at school...routine and uneventful. I missed the couple of phone calls...and, by the time I was able to speak with Nicole, Little Guy was passing... I arranged for the few students to be managed...my last real class had finished...and I ran out of the building, jumped in the Jeep cutting my way across the parking lot against traffic...none too soon I was on the road, dodging and weaving my way through almost rush hour traffic...trying to get home to be there... I was late...Little Guy was already gone...sometime while I was pushing my way through the I-10 mess. Our very best efforts and intentions do not always change the happenings around us...or in front of us. And we are left with a collar and a tag, petting the memory of a little dog whose only desire in life was to be with people who loved him...and, there can be no doubt that he was...with folk who loved him and who he loved. We miss you Little Guy...I miss you. I hope you like the treats in heaven...
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 05:54:38 +0000
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