I was recently told that my uncle (hi, Jimmy!) described me as having a playground in my head. Here's a little bit of what goes on in there.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
And So It Goes
Bite Snort Scratch Cuddle
Rip Grunt Dig Nap
Tear Chomp Pull Run
Scream Gnaw Shake Lead
Blood Snore Guard Lick
Growl Lap Claw Nudge
Hackles Gobble Chew Whimper
Snap Nibble Sniff Love
Quiet Spaces Empty Places Leash Hanging Collar Sitting
Bedding (to trash) Food bowl (to basement) Food (to sister)
Mop (the floor)
Keep the blanket. Musty blanket. Ball it up and breathe it in.
Fold it over. Draw it near. Nap with it as though she's inside.
(Did you hear that?) I swear I heard that. (Time to go out?) I'll be right there.
Here's what I know: the rough black paw pads. the tiny skull under my hand. the snaggle tooth like a piece of broken marble. the places where the fur swirled. where it wouldn't lay down quite right. where it was black and where it was white. where it grayed when it used to be black. how the eyes glowed green in the dark. how the lips stretched out when pulled from the sides. how the whiskers were long and wiry-thick. the waxy black cracked lips. the tiny eyelashes. the tufts of white fur inside of her ears. chain jingling. head shaking. (can't you see I need to go out?) paw scratching. scratch-scratch-scratching (pay attention to me. screw your grading.) rope brought to my feet. frantic tail-wagging. downward dog. (i'm ready to play.) hop on the couch. the couch where i'm reading. spin once. twice. several times over. plop down in a tight ball and exhale deeply. (let's take a nap.)
(Did you hear that?) I swear I heard that. (Time to go out?) I'll be right there.
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Hi Bridget,
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written and more. Thanks for sharing it. Made me cry thinking of my Cosmo.
Hugs,
Linda
That. really. sucks. that. you. lost. Beatrice. really.
ReplyDeleteSorry for your loss. The writing is excellent, though.