Friday, June 22, 2012

Losing Mudpuddle

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away there lived a tiny, short legged pup named Mudpuddle. This pup was loved so truly and deeply by her adoring humans that any sense of her eventual demise was never even consciously considered.
But during an excrutiatingly difficult time in her Mommy's life that resulted in her Mommy almost losing her life, Mudpuddle became concerned to the point of lowering her natural immunity to illness. So, as her Mommy bacame sicker and sicker so did Mudpuddle. But no one knew that Mudpuddle was sick.
Eventually, Mommy crawled back from the brink of 'who knows what comes next'; but Mudpuddle didn't. Mudpuddle was only 13 tiny years old.
As it turned out, Mommy had to go back to work to support herself and her boy, Josh. So the care of Mudpuddle fell to Mommy's oldest child, Jenine. Jenine is big and brave and very strong. She took care of Mommy from the very beginning of Mommy's sickness. She has nerves of steel but a Pure Heart of Gold.
And so it came to pass that Mudpuddle could no longer walk, or see, or control her bodies natural functions. And one day, while Mommy was at work, Jenine called her and said, "It's time Mom." And she took Mudpuddle to the CSU Vet Hospital so they could help Mudpuddle along her path to 'who knows what comes next'.
And still I cry, bitter tears filled with pain, when I chance upon the oh so sweet memory of Mudpuddle and Jenine's bravery that day. Alone she went, with Mudpuddle cradled in her arms, sweet tiny pup, and gave her over the those who helped.
And Jenine cried big, gloppy tears, that fell and stained her t-shirt. But she knew it was the right time and the right thing to do. Did i tell you she is the bravest person I know?
And now Mommy has another pet who is not going to make it much longer, and she needs Jenine. Because Mommy is not brave. And Mommy's tears are already falling and staining her t-shirt, and this is a decision that she doesn't know how to make herself.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

spotty at best

My memory is spotty at best. my life turned out to be a turbulent drama; every time I turned a corner, there I was, into more crap than I bargained for. The fact that I carried along with me a distinct sense of disbelief led to, I think, a blurry, washed out sequence of indistinct events.