Last night I saw a post that made me sad. An old friend posted that she put her dog down after fifteen years. The post had pictures of her dog and her son from when they were both puppies up until just recently. The boy is in college now and his dog is in heaven.
I became melancholy because I thought about Hazel and her companion, Molly. We went up to Wisconsin and picked up Molly when Hazel was still cooking in her mommy's bewlly.
Molly was born in December and Hazel showed up the next July. We picked up Molly on Groundhog Day with George and Fritz in tow. All three Shepkids have grown up with Molly, but she and Hazel have become two peas in a pod.
Molly just turned eleven and Hazel will turn the same age this summer.
I always say that I lost my children, my grill and my dog when I Left Exile West of Mannheim. Molly and I took many walks together before the great schism. Molly is where she is supposed to be, watching the Shepkids grow up everyday.
If Molly makes it to fifteen, she will have gotten Hazel into high school. The day will come when my daughter has her first visit from Aunt Flo. The day will come when my daughter gets her heart broken by her first assclown…..
…. But it is the day when Molly goes to heaven that I dread. That will be the hardest day in my baby girls young life. The phone call will come and on the other end I will hear,
“Oh daddy, it’s Molly! She…..she………she is gone!”
That’s gonna be a tough one.
It’s Tuesday, so it’s alright to daydream. I dream of that big shade tree in the middle of a sunny meadow. The one I will sit under when I go to heaven. Under that tree is Molly with my Alice, my Hughie, my Brigadoon or Briggie for short.
They will be waiting to toss the ball around and run in the open field with me. Because all doggies go to heaven and wait for us.
Just another piece of life many of us have dealt with. The loss of a beloved dog leaves a stinger on the heart.
Speaking of stingers on the heart. Be careful if this snow collects today and gets heavy. It won’t be fluffy and light. It will be slushy and burdensome.
I was watching “Antique Roadshow” last night on PBS, so I have no clue which team won the national championship last night. I can really give two shits. College football to me is played for a bell named after a railroad in Indiana.
Anyway….. go have fun in the snow and take your time on the roads!
Keep the greasy side down and the shiny side up!
Hic Sum means "Here I Am" in Latin.
