Farewell My Lady
Lady is gone now and all the detritus I bagged and dragged out to back is now on its way to the dump. Almost done and feel very sad. Dropping poor lady was horrific. Kids have been at Am's today while I finish packing up. Tired tired tired but have to finish this. Will be offline after tomorrow and without phone until July 3 when evil Cablevision will come and wire me for service. They suck. Have I mentioned that already? Am's husband painted my livingroom with the wrong paint so it is white instead of Bermuda blue. Sigh. Jr. will be coming over to help me repaint it. And paint cherries in my kitchen. To match my plates. My story on Beauty Supplements is actually going well. Why did I capitalize beauty supplements? I am brainwashed from my Beauty Fashion days. I am writing like a "special" girl so I am ending here. Bye!
The Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Rudyard Kipling
(For Lady, who, while not dead, is still gone)
Lady is gone now and all the detritus I bagged and dragged out to back is now on its way to the dump. Almost done and feel very sad. Dropping poor lady was horrific. Kids have been at Am's today while I finish packing up. Tired tired tired but have to finish this. Will be offline after tomorrow and without phone until July 3 when evil Cablevision will come and wire me for service. They suck. Have I mentioned that already? Am's husband painted my livingroom with the wrong paint so it is white instead of Bermuda blue. Sigh. Jr. will be coming over to help me repaint it. And paint cherries in my kitchen. To match my plates. My story on Beauty Supplements is actually going well. Why did I capitalize beauty supplements? I am brainwashed from my Beauty Fashion days. I am writing like a "special" girl so I am ending here. Bye!
The Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Rudyard Kipling
(For Lady, who, while not dead, is still gone)
posted by MJ at 4:17 PM
5 Comments:
lady, are you crying. do the tears belong to me?
argghhhhhh...guilt guilt guilt!
i feel guilty! i am just not at a dog place in my life. at best i could take another cat, but i am not sure how misterkitty would deal with it.
You don't have to feel guilty Fourth Person! By the way, I dreamt I was having a phone conversation with you last night. Can't remember what we talked about but you referred to yourself as The Fourth Person.
well then clearly it was me. call me, later...
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