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This past year has brought a lot of sadness. Too
many funerals and too many sorrows. The most recent sorrow came with the
passing of Jada, who'd been our furry companion for almost fourteen years.
That dog had such a personality. She was a mixed
breed, part American Eskimo and part Pomeranian/Terrier. She loved to sit by my
feet during the day as I worked at my desk, she was a wonderful listener when I
needed to read something aloud (a thing writers and editors have to do from
time to time), and she loved to play ball whenever I was willing. My husband
always found time. He'd run around the yard with her for a short while every
night.
Jada's favorite trick, one that took notice
throughout the neighborhood among many children and adults, was her jumping
skills. When my husband squirted the hose to shoot water high into the air,
Jada (up until two years ago) could jump a good twelve feet to catch a drip or
two in her mouth. She had everyone laughing.
But the last couple of months of her life, she was
pretty slow at play time. In fact, most often, she would just go get the ball
thrown for her and then sit there to rest for a while.
There was no doubt her days were numbered, but I
didn't want to face it.
But we don't always get what we want.
For two weeks I moped around the house. Can you
believe how hard it was to get involved in my writing when no one was at my
feet? I'm amazed at what a habit that had become. After she was gone, it just
felt wrong in my office. Something was missing, and though I tried to tell
myself I could still work, I couldn't get myself to actually do it.
He's delightful. He let us know his first night here
that he does not sleep at the foot of the bed. He sleeps right between me and
my husband.
Have a great day, and if you are writing, painting,
sewing, or tapping at a calculator, enjoy it. We never know how many we get. :-)
Deb
