There is way too much to type about yesterday.
The highlight of it was when I discovered that my 6 year
old son thinks much the same way elpolvo does. (No, I'm
not trying to insinuate that polvie has the mind of a 6
year old... but then again that isn't such a bad thing
either... so perhaps he does...)
I realized that this kid is wiser than his old man...
He came home seeing the two saddened, red eyed, parents who
were trying to come up with a way to tell their dog's best
friend, that she had died. As hard as his father tried to
be brave, his soul came pouring out of him when the 3 foot
tall man asked him, "Is Sammy Dead?"
It was the sound of his voice that went right through me,
reaching in and opening the faucet. I quickly picked him
up and sat him on my lap so he would not look at my face
and I began telling him what happened. (What a weak father
this boy has, I thought to myself.) I didn't make up a
story. I gave it to him like it was.
He turned around and looked me right in the tear filled
eyes and said to me and my wife, "I'm glad Sammy is dead."
That abruptly shut the faucet of due to curiosity.
He saw the puzzled look on our tormented faces.
Before we could say, "Why is that?" he told us.
"She is happy now. She is no longer in any pain. She is
young again and is able to play like she used to. Even
though she isn't here with me, at least I know she's in
heaven or somewhere else having fun again."
It was his way of saying, "It was a good day to die."
There was no sadness in his eyes. True and honest happiness.
My wife and I looked at each other and realized this was
the first time we had thought that way since watching the
life leave our puppy's face. We could not shake that image
until our 6 year old helped pick us up.
When he saw that we were feeling a little bit better, he
went even further to ensure we were fine.
He looked at us with a deadpan look on his face and
said, "The one thing we have to figure out is how to
prevent all of our pets from getting sick." He smirked and
said "Now we have one dead hampster, two dead fish, another
dead hampster, three dead fish, another dead hampster, and
now a dead dog..."
"We might be doing something wrong", he said with a big
humor filled smile on his face.
My wife and I started laughing. Laughing hard while
hugging our boy. It was one of those laughs that seem to
work like a sponge, clearing up our eyes and sniffling
noses.
Then later when he knew it was safe to say so, he told us
that he really misses her, loves her, and wishes she was
still here.
At dinner time it was quite obvious that we were missing a
member of our family. It was very quiet. Absent was the
sound of our dog's feet walking around the dinner table
much like a shark circles it's prey a few times.
As he sensed the loneliness building up in our hearts once
again, he said again with a deadpan face, "I miss Sam." We
nodded in agreement trying not to talk.
He followed up his statement, "This means I'm going have
eat all this stuff that I don't like now."
A carrot nearly shot out of my nose as I tried to prevent
the food from escaping during the laughter...
That little man taught me a lot. He's wise in dog years.
I am certainly proud of him. Hopefully some of his
braveness will rub off on his ol' man...
-HarrisonsGentlyWeepingGuitar |
