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Droplets of water trickled out of the faucet falling ominously onto the porcelain cracked tub. It sounded like the click clacking of your toenails on tiled floor as you meandered about the house in your early morning saunter, anxious for a new day. Deliberate but passive, just like me. Lazy stretch and sausage yawns. For a minute it felt like you were still here. A dream.
For reasons I can't explain the house still carries your smell, stronger than before. The rooms embody the essence of you. It holds on, lingering intently.
A mouse in the rafters rustling creaky wood boards, scurrying above. Rain that falls like a funeral dirge, wind that blows early autumn leaves. Neighbor dogs barking. Dark shadows cast on the carpet where we said our goodbyes. New hardwood floors that smell like ice cream upon entering the house. A lone oak tree that stands taller than the rest. Acorns and pine cones burning blue embers in a romantic flame. Tanned skin and white cotton in a warm embrace. Sharp needled puppy teeth, babies breath and chubby skin rolls. A song on the radio, a plaque hanging on the wall that reads "The high point of my day is that moment when I get home to be with my dog." My mind playing tricks on me.
The wee hours of morning tossing and turning. Missing the snores that lulled me to sleep, a blonde pawed kick in the ribs with a sigh that let me know I ought not to be so restless. Twitching whiskers, nostrils flaring in and out with the rise and fall of pink belly fur, involuntary leg jerks and soft whimpers escaping into the night. It's quiet now, they've all stopped asking. Haunting images I won't reveal. It's ours, like this empty silence that taunts me.
If you were here you'd give me that look -- with ears laid back against the sides of your velvety head, the curl of your tail unwinding with concern. A puckered snout gray muzzle, with a silly snaggletoothed smirk over black lipped gums and all would be forgotten.
Greg commented September 22, 2008 10:23 PM
Great Post Lori.
ScallyWag commented September 22, 2008 10:46 PM
** January 14, 2008 **
love you
adios!
sl commented September 22, 2008 10:57 PM
SL,
If I were there I'd give you a big hug. Sorry that I've haven't been around lately but please know it doesn't mean you're far from my thoughts.
It's a beautiful post - great writing.. Of course it makes me miss Romeo but it is also a blessing to know how much love he gave and how he still continues to bring out the best in his mamma.
Love YFSL
Lauren commented September 22, 2008 11:13 PM
Lori,
What a wonderful, heartfelt post... Just Beautiful...
marni commented September 23, 2008 7:11 AM
Breathtakingly beautiful...
pugfreak commented September 23, 2008 7:50 AM
Really touching post! It's how I feel about my pug but have never been able to say it so eloquently. He was diagnosed with a mast cell tumor this summer and I am hoping for the best.
Jen commented September 23, 2008 5:57 PM
Lori,
I have said it before and I will say it again...I love your writing! Absolutely love it. What a wonderful and emotion-filled post. Thanks for sharing it.
Jen
Debbie commented September 23, 2008 6:52 PM
Today my friend and I rescued a beautiful little girl pug from the animal shelter. They told us she was very small, pregnant. and had a front leg that was some what miss shapen which turned out the owner did not take her to the vet when it was broken. But all we saw when we got there was the most loving beautiful pug in the world. I wish I could write and express the way I felt as you do. Thank you so much for allo your beautiful thoughts. By the way the little pug had been dropped off twice at the shelter. How can one part with a piese of their heart????????????
Michele Lamar commented September 23, 2008 7:52 PM
*Crying* First visit. Wow I feel for you. I am a mom of two, I've lost family members. But I completely can't even think of how I'd feel to lose my Pug. They are just not dogs. Take care. Good thoughts and big love.
2wildpugs commented September 24, 2008 8:38 AM
I think the loss is especially hard on pug owners because pugs are so vocal. On the rare occasions when I come back into town and my pugs are still with their sitter, I am shocked at how quiet and dead the house is. No snorts, chortles, grunts, oinks, wheezes, yips, barks, snores, slurps ........ I really really feel for you. I truly dread the day when they are no longer a physical part of my life.
carla commented September 25, 2008 11:38 AM
just beautiful and so touching..........