Carrie reports that her doggie Mabel has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. In response, all I could do was forward a copy of a Hallmark card poem that was on a card Lois (Paul’s youngest sister, a woman of uncommon charm, wit and sensitivity) sent me when Bounce died. If I had any clue who to credit this to, I would, but it’s copyright Hallmark Cards, card S81-4, and I post it because out of all the things you can say to a person whose animal just died, this poem does it the best I know of so far:
They will not go quietly,
the pets who’ve shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still can make us
think we hear them at the door
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
and, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them….
and always will.
Last night I dreamed I was supposed to meet up with some people, and I trusted somebody else to get my bag. We got off the train (not the Skytrain, the subway in Toronto) and poof, no bag and everybody looking hangdog. I said, **** this noise, got back on the next train, figured out where to cross sides so I got on the train I’d just gotten off, and at the end of the car there was a big pile of unattended gym bags, and the first one I opened had my bag in it. There are a lot of messages in this dream, and on the whole I’m pleased with it.
Up at 4 – it’s now almost six and I’m about to pull cheese scones out of the oven. The aroma is now well-nigh overpowering. I put the last of the fresh basil in them. Sigh. It’s winter in Vancouver. The overcast has started, and it won’t lighten up until April. Time to hunker down and do some healthy baking. I found a recipe for home made power bars the other week and I should dig it out and start making them. And as for unhealthy baking, maybe this is the year I commercialize my biscotti? I’ve had lots of people tell me they’d pay for them.
