agreed to put an end to war."
Here, here.
Today I have to deal with many irksome realities of the physical world. I have to get my car emptied of stuff and towed to the mechanic's. A part has come off my phone, just as I have to get a hands-free device as the law insists starting July 1. And now Gaza is acting VERY strangely. He's walking fine, eating fine, sleeping fine, but quite out of the blue, he's absolutely insisting on laying to the right of me as I type this, a crowded litte corner that he has not nested in once all the years that I've lived here. I coaxed him out, fearful of his paws and the plugs and wires about, but he went right back there, absolutely determined.
A while back, I let God know that if it was Gaza's time, I wouldn't object. I would much prefer that he go relatively happy and healthy than in pain, or after a long period of suffering or infirmity. I absolutely cringe when people tell me about giving their 10+ year old pet expensive surgeries or wail at the unfairness of their death after a nice long life. Of course I'll miss him terribly, but I love him enough not to bear the idea of him suffering so I can have 2
more years or months of his unconditional love and affection. How selfish would that be? Dogs live in the present, and are unafraid of death. Humans project so much of our own fears onto them.Anyway, the only thing I can come up with about his sudden attachment to this corner is that it's the very closest he can get to me while I work. But why would a very secure dog who has never exhibited undue neediness suddenly insist on being in most womblike position he can find? I have heard stories of dogs looking for a certain place to die.
I'm probably just being melodramatic. Maybe he just wanted to remind me how utterly and completely sweet he is. If so, it's working.
MCO 2008
nothing is real but tenderness. thanks for letting me see yours and gaza's
One of the first books I read when I could "read" again was The Dogs Who Found Me by Ken Foster. Gaza always reminds me of that book though for no specific reason. As you know, I am quite smitten from afar by your Gaza.
BTW, something is ALWAYS in retrograde. Always!
Perhaps Indigo hit on it, maybe he just missed you while you were gone. He looks rather charming all cuddled up in the corner.
The patterns and colors of your friend Michael's artwork are quite interesting, do you have a better shot of the painting?
I sent you an email about the anti-war poem. I knew this song many years ago and it was cool to be reminded of a long forgotten memory.
I really like Rod's comment: nothing is real but tenderness.