A View from Sierra County

Small town life and politics, lots of knitting, and travels with and without my five burros

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Location: In the Sierra Nevadas, United States

I blog about rural living and social issues, and the creativity that comes from knitting, as well as post random pictures of the Sierras and my burros. "In order to be an artist, one must be deeply rooted in the society" - Simone de Beauvoir


Friday, January 28, 2005

Even knitters have troubles...

I have had a very hard time coming to terms with the fact that my beloved Jack Russell terrier, Duncan (a.k.a., Duncan Disorderly, Duncan Public, etc.) ran off two weeks ago and hasn't returned. The chances are very high, considering where I live and the time of year, that some fatal accident has befallen him and that is the hardest part: to accept that I will never again be greeted by his happy loyalty, or have him jump and turn flips off my leg, or watch him jump after light motes in sheer joy. I have borrowed this story from my e-pal Andi's website:

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge . . .

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all
of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty
of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All of the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and
vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss
someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.
Suddenly, one begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass,
legs running faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted
again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved
head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from
your life but never absent from your heart.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am really sorry that you lost your dog.
Take Care,

5:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had a happy dog I had to put to sleep so I know how you feel. He is alive in my head everyday. I miss him being at my side but he is always in my heart and mind.
I am glad he left me so much love. Liz

6:27 PM  

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