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Gilly Pawson's avatar

I love this. I can really feel it and share in the utter joy of being alive.

Amrita Skye Blaine's avatar

That makes me happy, Gilly! Is your name pronounced like a "J" or a hard "G"?

Jan Haag's avatar

What a marvelous picture unfolds here, leading to those last sweet lines:

"...four happy paws, two dancing

feet oh, the majesty

of being alive"

Such joy!

Amrita Skye Blaine's avatar

Thank you! This poem came quickly last night. I did a little editing this morning when I looked at the photo--added fire red and something else.

Gilly Pawson's avatar

Me too

Gilly Pawson's avatar

Like a J

Amrita Skye Blaine's avatar

Thanks. I always try and imagine the people who comment, and comment back to them!

Daniel Skach-Mills's avatar

Yes! "Oh, the majesty..." Oh, "...the magic..." Oh, "...the mosaic..."!

Amrita Skye Blaine's avatar

This poem came quickly last night. What a joy to have our sweet dog well again! So young to be that ill--only 3 years old.

Addison's Disease is most likely an auto-immune disease, and may have a genetic component, so I notified the families of her siblings. She's a mix of breeds (3/4 greyhound, 1/4 Airedale Terrier and maybe a little American Staghound), but bred for a specific job--to hunt coyote in the southern CA hinterlands. Tall, with long, long legs.

But her owner got very ill and needed a bone-marrow transplant, so he gave up the whole litter when they were six months old. In SO CA, the sighthound rescue organizations won't take mixed breeds, but the group in Santa Rosa near us, Greyhound Friends for Life, does. So the whole litter was brought up here, and we adopted her at 7 months. She clearly had never been inside of a house (kennel-raised, I believe--a crime for a dog as affectionate as she is), and never been on a leash.

All to say, extra-special joy to be out walking together, and she so happy.