the first rain sluiced down, a freshening, needed life-giving monsoon and with it, maple leaves in fall finery a magic sidewalk mosaic—sunlit yellow fire red, ochre, saffron, khaki chestnut, mocha, slick with moisture muffling our steps, six between us four happy paws, two dancing feet the majesty of being alive
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.
I love this. I can really feel it and share in the utter joy of being alive.
That makes me happy, Gilly! Is your name pronounced like a "J" or a hard "G"?
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!
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.
Me too
Sweet!!
Like a J
Thanks. I always try and imagine the people who comment, and comment back to them!
Yes! "Oh, the majesty..." Oh, "...the magic..." Oh, "...the mosaic..."!
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.