THE GANG
Don’t worry, this won’t be a complaining post. Au contraire! Just a statement from a wounded child/mother, reflecting on a life of poor communication on her part. I had to put my blind/deaf cat (who trusted me) down on Tuesday, and the last pet I had put down was my pet dog of many years, Gracie. At that time my son made a special trip to town to help comfort me. He held her in the vet’s outbuilding while “she went to sleep.” I was there, too, stroking her. She trusted me, too, but I still wonder if it wasn’t too soon. Much earlier, while living with his father, he had called long-distance to tell me that they were having to put our family dog Buttons down, and he just wanted to let me know. I think those are two of my warmest memories.
After a life of poor or too-late communication, one grows even rustier at it. One of the favorite lines from my book Time Wrinkles is something like “I found a loudspeaker in my crib and just realized it doesn’t work.”
Oh Mom!! So sorry to hear about Lucky…truly. he trusted you to take care of him, and you did, to the end.
Hey look! I can type a comment!! I wonder why..maybe because I’m doing it on my phone. When I’m on my comouter, it won’t let me reply. Lucky was very Lucky to have you, as are we all!
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Thanks so much, sweetheart! Looking forward to seeing you for the Nelsonville Music Fest.
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So, so sorry!!
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