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December 16, 2002
it's been a sad and quiet few days. in addition to, or perhaps because of, the stress of the latest stuff, i am completely sick. coughing like, i dunno, i am too foggy to even come up with a decent analogy. i miss esme. she was a sweet little neurotic nutty dog. i look at her collar and i get sad again. overall, i'm doing ok. but i miss her. her baby (the sheepskin person shape thing) has her collar around it and it's on the bed. thank you SO much to everyone for your thoughts and notes and general goodness.
Posted by rosebaby at December 16, 2002 10:29 PM
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I'm really sorry too. When my first dog, tut, died (a beige and white basset, so-named because of her long ears which vaguely, by the way they fell around her face, suggested an egyptian head-dress) I got drunk (I was a young, stupid person, anxious to call attention to my grief) and howled across campus, from a balcony that looked over all the lights of santa fe, the relevant passages of The Odyssey (17.290-327) pretentiously. Then I relaxed and had a more sincere, less demonstrative experience. Quite another reaction to a pet's illness came from a friend of mine who, despite caring for the dog in question, said to it when he was having these attacks "You're toast." This statement was so incredibly monstrous in appearance I had to wonder if there could have been some genius in it. Really, that's just immeasurably twisted. try again Posted by: steve on December 18, 2002 07:13 AM |