Saturday, February 27, 2010
the furry cripple in our garage
written on 2/20/2010....
Jane Eyre is on the television right now, you know, the old/young William Hurt version. Griffey is barking, barking, crying out. I’m pretty sure he is ready to go home, but when I suggested the idea to mom the other day she frowned and pushed her lips together, putting a period at the end of the unfinished sentence hanging between us. I can’t seem to stop going out to the garage, just to see if he’s still there. I open the door slowly, find him lying on his deflated pillow, and make sure he’s breathing. His chest barely moves up and down anymore, it’s very hard to tell. It takes special skills. Skills that involve an insane amount of love for that big, scruffy rug of a dog. I want to feel his wet nose up against my freckly one and remember him chasing me across the snowy field behind Jordan High School (which, ironically, no longer stands, just like Griff). I want to scratch his tummy and watch his legs go up and down jubilantly; now, they just hang expectantly in the air, aching for the resurrection. I do believe that all dogs go to heaven, just like the movie says. But my knowledge comes from a deeper place, the same place that gives me joy when I’m feeling pain. The same place that makes me smile at myself in the mirror despite my red patches, and my undone hair (it’s haircut time again). The same place that causes me to weep tears of joy when I think about Lizzy’s engagement ring, and tears of sadness when I think about Lizzy’s engagement ring. So when the day comes that my parents call me to their room or call me on the phone, and tell me quietly that they’re going to put him to sleep, I’ll draw some reserves from that same place. I’ll probably go on a walk, or go to the park, or get into my car and drive somewhere, just for awhile. I know I will cry. That’s inevitable. Ever since I renounced my “heartless loser” title I cry a lot. I never knew one person could have so many tears in them, but it’s a gift of the Spirit you know (excuses, excuses). After I get that overwith, and I talk to my Heavenly Father for a little while, I’ll go home. I’ll go to that dog’s side very carefully, even on my tiptoes because I think spirits that are close to the veil deserve a little bit of silence. I’ll rub his tummy, his ears, his nose, his bony back, his stuck-out ribs. I’ll cry into his greying fur, and then I’ll say I love you, goodbye, just for now.
Monday, February 15, 2010
happy list
"If you want to be happy, be."
Leo Tolstoy
Leo Tolstoy
1. winter fog draped over the mountains
2. finding out your best friend has got a ring on her left hand
3. super-power scrunches that literally knock you over, from the bulldozer formerly known as Ellie
4. chasing a pajama-clad boy through Wal-Mart while he simultaneously pulls off all of the "presidential poses" (yes, all)
5. chocolate ice cream-lactose=happy redhead
6. the page before the last page of a book, when you don't quite know the end yet and you're a little sad to leave behind the characters (presuming it's a muy excelente book)
7. Moonlight Sonata in my ears, late at night
8. beating up the pavement/treadmill/track with heel and toe
9. wednesday-night institute--it's like walking into a room that's full to the brim of warm fuzzies (that is, the Spirit)
10. this picture
what's on your happy list?
2. finding out your best friend has got a ring on her left hand
3. super-power scrunches that literally knock you over, from the bulldozer formerly known as Ellie
4. chasing a pajama-clad boy through Wal-Mart while he simultaneously pulls off all of the "presidential poses" (yes, all)
5. chocolate ice cream-lactose=happy redhead
6. the page before the last page of a book, when you don't quite know the end yet and you're a little sad to leave behind the characters (presuming it's a muy excelente book)
7. Moonlight Sonata in my ears, late at night
8. beating up the pavement/treadmill/track with heel and toe
9. wednesday-night institute--it's like walking into a room that's full to the brim of warm fuzzies (that is, the Spirit)
10. this picture
what's on your happy list?
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