About the Zote what can be said?
There was just one, and now it’s dead.
- Edward Gorey
It makes me so unbearably sad that I cannot bear to be sentimental about it.
Nimbus had her surgery today. We dropped her off at 8:30 this morning.
My Grandfather also passed away today. When we all got together for his birthday in October he recited part of a poem: ” I am wounded but I am not slain”
I can’t find the full text although I believe it is Scottish. I knew what it was at the time but I have since completely forgotten.
There are a few movies that I can watch repeatedly. One of them is Last of the red hot lovers. I just watched it again and I still love Alan Arkin.
About 1am and on the way home from yet another emergency vet visit, we take turns hitting the seek button on the radio looking for something good. After a few minutes we land on the start of an oldies song.
“Sugar in the morning
Death’s brother, Sleep.
Some days I want to tell Nimbus that we won’t sleep until it’s all over so that we don’t miss a minute.
She must have not read the dog instruction manual that says to hide or avoid us when not feeling well as most dogs do. The worse she feels, the closer she wants to be to us - scrambling up onto our bed, in-between us until she reaches the end and burrows her head into our pillows or under our necks.
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