This is how we start: listening to what my grandmother said,
long before bone-cancer took its course, “He’s such a quiet child. Perceptive.
Always thinking.” But she is gone, and we are older. I write: Our thoughts are like
phantom-images, sometimes haunting us for a lifetime. This is why I’ve come to
embrace all things broken. My heart is saddened by a wooden bat busting the femur
of a pup and the steady whir of a surgical saw slicing through marrow. And because
of a sense of loss, of what no longer exists, we fuel are anger. So I touch the
bare skin of a three-legged dog, careful not to disrupt the morphine patch on
his shaven back. His loyalty triumphs our hardships. When he is rested he will wag
his tail and run inside a warm house, taking each step without retribution.
6 comments:
Nothing can keep a good dog down. WTF is the matter with people is what I wonder.
J.R.-that breaks my heart. No words. xo
If only dogs could be made to inherit the earth. The world would be a better place. We've certainly not done anything to deserve it.
Well written story. A real thought producer. I believe Samuel said it best. "The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." Mark Twain JR thank you for sharing.
Huck
Brilliant.
Straight from the heart.
Reminds me, peripherally, of
'When everythings meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am'
(Goo Goo Dolls-Iris)
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(Funy thing: When I googled for Goo-Goo, it said, at the end of the lyric, "Report abuse."
Good writing JR. Feel for the dog.
Ivan, I believe it's what you do with the Goo. :) MW
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