Wednesday, November 27, 2013

11.24.13 All the All the Years

Photo: Well, my beloved dog Shiva Louisa Latrine, borne of abandonment and starvation, grown up a fine small powerful alpha queen, to take big pitty boys to their knees with nary a movement; even now, mostly deaf and blind, recently unable to walk but with a little spinal alignment and disc conversation, now walks further than ever. Pain is moderate. Gets lotsa herbs pushed down her throat with treats in between , the very best dry food and fresh chicken, walks and cuddles. 

The constant NAG of a pup that yearns to be friends... Separate  from her most of the day unless I'm there. 

Still, the ground is about to freeze right down , so today her grave was dug. In the backyard with the view that has been her domain to stand and defend and own, and now the pup gradually is taking it upon his young self, while Shiva is spoiled and comes first and is less and less interested.. 

Who has all kinds of conditions we have not the money to address - but no matter. 

Here she is, just delicious and glorious and tough and tender. 

Today Kevin and I sat in the kitchen planning the 'bury the dog in deep winter', then paused and remembered all all the 16 delicious years, tears crawling down our cheeks, as she lives in my heart today ; as she will live in my heart forever, as she makes her certain and unknown path further into her own old age.

Well, my beloved dog Shiva Louisa Latrine, borne of abandonment and starvation, grown up a fine small powerful alpha queen, to take big pitty boys to their knees with nary a movement; even now, mostly deaf and blind, recently unable to walk but with a little spinal alignment and disc conversation, now walks further than ever. Pain is moderate. Gets lotsa herbs pushed down her throat with treats in between , the very best dry food and fresh chicken, walks and cuddles.

The constant NAG of a pup that yearns to be friends... Separate from her most of the day unless I'm there.

Still, the ground is about to freeze right down , so today her grave was dug. In the backyard with the view that has been her domain to stand and defend and own, and now the pup gradually is taking it upon his young self, while Shiva is spoiled and comes first and is less and less interested..

Who has all kinds of conditions we have not the money to address - but no matter.

Here she is, just delicious and glorious and tough and tender.

Today K and I sat in the kitchen planning the 'bury the dog in deep winter', then paused and remembered all all the 16 delicious years, tears crawling down our cheeks, as she lives in my heart today ; as she will live in my heart forever, as she makes her certain and unknown path further into her own old age.

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