I haven’t read the book Marley and Me, but I’ve heard enough people talk about it and seen the movie trailer enough times to know that I don’t want to. I’m not big on emotions, especially of the heartwarming or wrenching kind. I do think I need to take a Marley moment now though, as the dog that I grew up with, a lab, has passed away. Her name was Sasha and we adopted her soon after my grandmother passed away. I remember playing with her then, thinking she made things hurt just a little less. She quietly watched as I journeyed though high school, coming home less and less. Then college came and I was, obviously, home even less. I loved that dog, though. She was a constant, sweet and loyal.
That love for her increased when I saw her with Brooks. She served as the catalyst for his love of dogs, her sweet nature demonstrating to my husband that dogs really aren’t that bad. I watched her with love in her eyes as Brooks bestowed on her “pat pats” that were anything but gentle. Her tail thumped the floor the entire time. I watched her in the kitchen as Brooks waved a cheese stick in front of her face, only drool escaping her stoicism.
Her passing did not come as a surprise, in mid May the vet informed us that she only had a few days to live. She made it three more months. I thought I was good, crying only when we heard she was sick. But now, I wish I’d said goodbye in a more proper way. I suppose I could have taken her for a long walk, but she was so tired. I could have held her and petted her more, but the emotion would have been too real. I’ll have to settle for writing this and hoping she knew how much she was appreciated.
As for Brooks, he obviously doesn’t know or understand. Sasha lived at Mimi and Granddad’s. Not sure how I’ll handle our next visit there, when he runs in the door and yells for “SASSA, SASSA!”.
Sorry to write such a downer of a post. As with all the others, I just put what I’m feeling out there for the world to see.
**In other parts of my world (in case this post makes it sound like I’m sitting in a dark room with a box of tissues and some alchy), here’s what came out of the garden last night: