The Passage Of
Furry Little People
May 8, 2014
Friends, regular readers, critics and of course random persons who are just reading this because they've nothing better to do. This week something decidedly different and difficult. A cloud of darkness and despair has recently settled over the House of Saw as we, the members of this brood, deal with the loss of one of our own. Not sure how long this column will be. Simply because even though it comes from the heart this writer’s heart is just not in it. So if it finishes open ended or ends abruptly my sincerest apologies in advance...many of you will understand.
April 30th and this particular Wednesday morning found yours truly on the job and in a rather chipper mood. It was going to be a great day. This illusion lasted exactly one hour and was destroyed completely by a text message received at approximately 8 a.m. It was from my doting spouse Lil Red and consisted of two very short, very blunt sentences—"Bruce is dead! Help me!" Right off the deep-end and into the Twilight Zone because at that moment reality lost all tangency.
What happens next is not a blur nor does it pass quickly. Racing home is very focused and filled with awareness. The facts: Bruce our 3 year old Shih-tzu has been hit by a car...he did not survive. Nothing can be done for him now. However this little black and white bundle of energy was my spouse’s shadow, little buddy, her furry little person. So all energies are now concentrated on her.
Comforting, consoling and burial. And if any of you ever consider what being a man in a relationship truly means let me tell you, It's keeping your s*** together and emotions in check to do what has to be done. In most cases it is neither easy nor fun. But there is only so much comfort to offer and for Red, on this morning, no amount would suffice or be enough...that has proven to be the most heartbreaking—watching her heart break.
And so we lay to rest our furry little friend.
I want to find the words to tell you that Bruce was different or special. That he wasn't like other dogs and describe what set him apart from the pack. Oh, he had some neat tricks: not many dogs spend more time on their hind legs and enjoy boxing as a recreational activity. He loved meeting and jumping all over new people with a tail wagging greeting. And he was loyal and faithful to a fault. Oft he followed Red so closely he was more of a furry trip hazard than a pet. Yes I want to tell you that Bruce was different...special but I can't. Not because he wasn't but because that's what everybody says about anyone or anything that passes from this world into the next. And let's be realistic- if everyone's special, then nobody is. And my heart refuses to belittle his short time with us in saying so. No in the grand scheme of things Bruce was just another furry little person. But he was ours.
That's it! There's lots more to say, lots of things that could be said. There's anger at unobservant drivers, sorrow, regret, compassion and stories left untold. But this is the view of the situation from my own perspective and right now it's blurred with tears. And so we close this chapter of life with a farewell. Bruce you will be remembered and never forgotten.
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