Andie’s: First 31 Days

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Grief has seasons all its own. Time becomes still in the complexity of events, making oneself a greater whole of suspension. For many of us the future fails to unfold its customary promise of change or sustain the comforts of the usual and expected. The greatest irony being, that living in the moment is exactly the perfection of enlightenment. Who could have known how utterly simple it is. Death gives its  perfect gift of the absolute in that event, especially for we, the elders of our former lives, we the seniors, who once dreamed and planned, we the sojourners, who thought spirituality led to…..what exactly? All leads to death, and that understanding can blow the mind of the still young, the aching middle age, but not really a failure for the old man and old woman, who with common sense and expectation, ready for extinction.

Grief is a true dream in which reality seems surprisingly magical and temporary as the days go by, as the weeks and months fly and in them the music of the moments and the tiny simple joys may take the place of hope, making it immediate.

And so I find these days myself often laughing out loud as a little dog named Andie, a gift of the most perfect understanding from a friend of great heart, stands on my chest at five in the morning and proceeds to lick my head until I wake. What a joy to escape the nightmares that still sweep the depths of pain in the tumbling of nighttime restless sleep.

Andie is a little more than a year old and still holds that puppy amazement at life, which causes her to chase leaves in a breeze, and on walks eat cigi butts, tinfoil, candy wrappers, plum pits, the occasional rock and anything particularly distinguished by beauty of form and interest, such as only trash may reveal to a fresh new mind. She is a particularly intelligent, gentle and engaging pup, with whom the entire neighborhood, Meals on Wheels, the Post Lady, UPS and assorted strangers will agree, is immediately loveable. Other animals about the neighborhood, except for one elderly cat, find her agreeable as her short tail wags in greeting. She chases birds, so the love doves that have claimed the garden for some years hence, wait for the bird bath until she is inside, where she watches them splash in great interest; same goes for hummingbirds at the Oleanders, bees on the honeysuckle and flies on the screen. She misses nothing.

Andie delights in her toys, which like those great islands of debris the size of Texas  that drift in the Pacific Ocean, so do her gatherings of toys migrate from the study, to the bed, to the kitchen, or line the hall in a vertical line, somewhat different for her usual free-form arrangements.

She stays close by me, even when she has the run of the garden and wanders a bit to score the fallen wild plums. I can tell when she is successful, because she runs like a racer past me, into the house, and onto the bed, where she can enjoy her treasure without my interference. They don’t give her the runs, nor do the pits disturb her ‘regularity’ — an observation gleaned via plastic bag on our 5:00 in the morning potty places.

She regularly brings squeak bug into the study and drops it at my feet to remind me that it’s time to play. We also wrestle and rough house as she bounces at me, then runs off to return and parry. She takes my hand with the softest holding nibbles imaginable. Andie came without ‘papers’ which means nothing to me, but the quality of breeding in her line is so exquisitely demonstrated by the way she walks, sits, runs and well, yes, expects tummy rubs, wherein she will throw back her head and give me a warm puppy kiss. I am hers now. At night she rolls into a ball and sleeps in the crook of my arm, her head near my beating heart. Sometimes I look down at her, so tiny, so vulnerable and such a miracle that tears of grief have become tears of joy.  We are together in this empty house, which holds still the warmth of love that Trace, Bodhi and I shared for so many wonderful years. Andie has brought light again, laughter again and love. I am so grateful.

Thank you Sara, with love xxxooo  Andie & Michael


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6 Responses to Andie’s: First 31 Days

  1. Emmers says:

    M… My heart is smiling broadly!!! XoXoEmmers❤🍀

  2. Rain Trueax says:

    I smile every time I see her sweet face. I am glad she has given you such joy.

  3. Tara says:

    your writing is exquisite. every word of this post. i am so happy this darling Andie is at your side. This is a rich and satisfying post, and I shall return to it again and again.

  4. robin andrea says:

    So joyous to read these words and see her face. She is your soulful puppy mate. The sweetest companion, your dear furry friend. I love that she is in your life, in your heart, in the crook of your arm during the night.

  5. Anonymous says:

    through the tears….i am sooo happy for you both…and the one watching, silently smiling..

  6. saramajors says:

    Makes me cry but I love it

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