“Do you want water? You can drink mine.” I indicate the glass of water I always keep on the nightstand.
Lily shakes her head no.
“I'm so sorry,” I say. “For all those other nights.”
“Wh-y-y-y-y?” The panting continues.
And…
Saturday, February 24, 2018
All of the Anger is Gone
I think of all the nights when Lily failed to pee on our bedtime walks. How much stress this would cause me. How difficult it was on those nights to fall asleep, to stay asleep, frustrated that I might have to take her to the yard in the darkness…
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Enclosed World Syndrome
As Lily aged and her reactions slowed and her eyesight became less crispy, Doogie's predecessor warned me that she might develop something he called Enclosed World Syndrome. I told him I hadn't heard of Enclosed World Syndrome, only New World…
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Stitch Together all the Gaps in Our Lives
To focus, I think of how dogs are witness. How they are present for our most private moments, how they are there when we think of ourselves as alone. They witness our quarrels, our tears, our struggles, our fears, and all of our secret behaviors…
Saturday, February 10, 2018
For I am a God
Someone once said give a dog food and shelter and treats and they think you are a god, but give a cat the same they think they are god.
We shared the rest of that ice-cream cone, for I am a god.
Lily and the Octopus, P36
Steven Rowley…
There were no Limits
In my twenties, I had another terrible therapist (therapists!) who concluded that since my mother never says “I love you” (at least not in the same way that other mothers do), there was going to be a limit to my ability to feel love. Love for…
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