Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Teddy 12/31/1999-3/28/2011

When my mother died I would sit at my writing desk to write thank you notes and cry. I had a ritual; every Thursday I left work early and got lunch at The Cheese Shop. I would set lunch up on a pretty plate and pour myself a glass of red wine. On sunny days I would watch the light dance through the bare branches of the birch trees. On cloudy, rain driven days I would watch the dark brown leaves swirling desperately around. My mother died in November and I did this every Thursday through the winter.
Now, I am here again eleven years later, heart heavy as a stone. A big black crow caws loudly on the lawn. I want him to go away. Today I will clean up all of our beloved Tedsey's marrow bones leaving nothing for the crow to come for. Today I will put his bowl away and his rawhide flips and his pills. This afternoon we will say goodbye, for now, and let him start his glorious life in heaven. Are we ready? No, but we know he is. He has been the light of our lives for 11 years and 3 months. I often wondered if he was the reincarnation of all the people I have loved and lost. He was more human than any dog I have ever known.
Teddy taught us about love and connection. He was so hooked into people and so, so happy. He wagged his tail to the end, literally. When we brought him to the vet for his last visit he wagged his tail for Dr. Fischer; sweet and brave to the end. There will never be another dog like our dear Tedsey. We have all been blessed; so many lessons learned from a loving, brave and happy dog. If we could all be so present, happy and loving what a world it would be.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011

Travel Notes/ Road trip to Colorado

At 7:45 am on Thursday February 2nd we pulled out of our driveway; destination, Vail, Colorado. The trunk of our Honda was packed to the rafters. Jamie and Teddy were in the back seat ready for another big road trip. Concord was buried in snow to a point of claustrophobia and I was ready for a change of scene. On Sunday February 6th we pulled into Vail in a total white out. We had survived three hours of white knuckle driving through the infamous Vail pass.
The weather was perfect until Denver so we considered ourselves lucky. A blanket of snow covered the landscape from Concord through Nebraska. When we hit Nebraska it was 40 degrees and raining. Nebraska was endless and bleak but up until that point I had managed to amuse myself making note of billboards and such. " Jesus, Healer of Broken Hearts" next to countless " Adult Super Store " billboards that were bright yellowy orange in color. I also delighted in the weird names of towns; Futonville, Ashtabula, Painesville and Ogallala to name a few. The hay bails in the fields of Ohio looked like bread loaves with white frosting on top. The only signs of life in the midwestern fields were wild animal tracks and snow mobiles; very few people were to be seen. We saw one spectacular sunrise in LeClair, Ill where we also had a memorable meal along the Mississippi River. My next travel blog will have details regarding eating on the road.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011