Friday, October 9, 2015

October 9, 2015 - 0900

As one can probably guess I am an animal lover. Of most kinds, but the small furry ones hold a special place. I am soft like that, but in my line of work if you have to have a soft spot I think that it should be for children, the elderly, and animals. It will keep you humble and remind you that there is not just bad in the world.

The downside is that occasionally the bad will intrude on the good. Children are abused. The elderly are neglected. And animals are injured and killed. This is from a call that I was on a few weeks ago but only now found the words on the page.

Bandit

I got called to a dying animal tonight
Raccoon. Generally thought of as just a ring-tailed rat
Giant vermin stealing garbage
And creeping me out with their tiny hands

But this was a little one. A pup
Or cub or whatever a baby raccoon is called
Maybe a year old at the most
With it's tiny paws (hands?) flexing

With each labored breath
A small part of me died with it
I didn't want it to suffer
But there was nothing for me to do

In front of a school is no place to shoot an animal
But in front of a school is no place to die
I'll check on him periodically
And when he's gone we'll both rest easier

Thursday, October 8, 2015

October 8, 2015 - 0900

Hearing about another dog leaving the world and her people always makes me reflect on our sweet girl. I know that I've written thousands of words about Pepper, but that's how it goes. And most of them have been sad and that's how that goes as well.

This is one that came to me when I was in my car at work and a shadow crossed my vision. There was nothing there when I turned my head but it got me thinking.

Grey Ghost

When I feed our dog
Sometimes I hear two sets of feet
Clicking across the floor
In the kitchen

I know there's only one dog
But I also feel like she's there
Her stubby tail wagging
To and fro

When I'm watching TV
Or reading I see our dog
Sleeping and sometimes I
Glimpse her going up the stairs

I don't really but I think I do
Her wide hips switching
Left and right as she
Hops up each riser

When I'm laying in bed
With a book or device in hand
I think I feel her jump
Onto the bed by my feet

I know she's not there
She left us three years ago
But in my mind I see her
Hear her. And always miss her

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

October 7, 2015 - 1500

It's been a long time since I've written anything here, or at all. The inspiration to write isn't always with me and that leads to long periods where I don't write anything at all. Then something happens and I put pen to page. Literally. I will hand write everything first, revise it so that I like what I've written and then type it out for this place.

In this instance, a friend has had to make the horribly difficult decision to take her faithful dog on that last car ride. Anyone who's a dog owner or pet owner knows how heartbreaking this is. I actually called it "heart crushing" because that's what happened to me and my wife when that decision was made at our house. It's been three years and we still talk about, laugh about, and sometimes even cry about Pepperoni.

So this is for you Lucy. Beloved companion to a friend. Anyone who knows will understand.

For Lucy

We found out last night
That a friends dog had reached
The end of her days
Her time had come

She wasn't even my dog
But I cried. I was sad
Thinking of a friend who
Has to make such a decision

I was also sad for my dog
Gone these three years plus
But sitting in an urn
On our dresser. Still wearing her collar

And I was sad for our dog
A gray-faced gray; tail still whippy
But easily injured and slowing
From her puppy like ways

I'm sad for all of these things
Dogs and people and urns
Gray faces and stubby tails
And all of the dogs I don't even know