a day of lasts, a day of firsts
today, at 14:51 central time dragonfly lawrence of arabia drew his last breath.
our day began early, when i made the phone call that sealed our beloved's fate. we set a time. and from that moment on, every breath, every thought moved us to his death. the last time we ever gave him a treat of wet food in a dish. the last time we poured kibble into his bowl. the last time i poured filtered water into his dish (yes, filtered). the last time he laid on lupin's futon bed, all sprawled out like he owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.
on the floor in that special room at the vet's, he would not lay down. independent minded as ever, he stood while the vet injected the drugs that would put him to sleep. we slowly and gently lowered him onto his side when the drugs quickly took effect. i drew my fingers along every whisp of apricot coloured hair, along every curve of his body, felt between his toes for the very last time, and the delicate boney bumps on the insides of his knees. i pressed my face into his soft, gund-like fur. and i sobbed. a howling sort of sob. stabbing. aching. this feeling of sorrow, and it cut thru the room.
and there's more. however i am empty of inspiration. i cannot write anymore right now. but, i just wanted you all to know. its done.
our day began early, when i made the phone call that sealed our beloved's fate. we set a time. and from that moment on, every breath, every thought moved us to his death. the last time we ever gave him a treat of wet food in a dish. the last time we poured kibble into his bowl. the last time i poured filtered water into his dish (yes, filtered). the last time he laid on lupin's futon bed, all sprawled out like he owned the place. the last time we left the house with him. his last free run along the northwest bank of the red river. i will go to that spot now and see him there, at the edge of the low rocky cliff, nose in the wind and a wide canine smile. i will remember my hound like that.
on the floor in that special room at the vet's, he would not lay down. independent minded as ever, he stood while the vet injected the drugs that would put him to sleep. we slowly and gently lowered him onto his side when the drugs quickly took effect. i drew my fingers along every whisp of apricot coloured hair, along every curve of his body, felt between his toes for the very last time, and the delicate boney bumps on the insides of his knees. i pressed my face into his soft, gund-like fur. and i sobbed. a howling sort of sob. stabbing. aching. this feeling of sorrow, and it cut thru the room.
and there's more. however i am empty of inspiration. i cannot write anymore right now. but, i just wanted you all to know. its done.
(ps - i have posted this on the wordpress site as well)
awesome blooogggy!...preetty..preetty inspiring!...
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11/7/06 03:08