Thursday, December 18, 2008


What is so strange is the quiet.

I imagine widows must feel this way.

It’s just so quiet. No sound of dog nails running across the floor.

No dog door sliding up and down.

No sound of a dog tongue lapping up water.

It rained very hard today. Rain is a natural muffler, something I usually welcome.

But not today.

I would like to have heard trucks, coyotes, car stereos, anything.

But just rain and silent floors. Silence.

Maybe the silence will bring something great. Maybe focusing NOT on a dying dog for nine months will bring great enjoyment.

But for now—it’s just quiet. Quiet.

1 comment:

Dan said...

Want to borrow Auggie for a day?