Kasey the Dog


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Kasey died unexpectedly this week, on a terrible Tuesday. I was at work, 30 minutes away, and there was no way to get home fast enough to say goodbye; he was gone 10 minutes after letting out a pained yelping whimper. I rushed home anyway to be beside my husband who was coping with the sudden shock of losing a pet in the midst of the chaos of caring for a parent with dementia. Kasey was lying so still in the living room, at peace but clearly no longer present. I stroked his fur and massaged his paws and ears. We struggled through the indignity of hefting him, in a sheet, out to the car, laying him gently in the back of the SUV. I made my way to the vet clinic; it was a brutally hot day but before I signed the papers and set the efficient wheels in motion for cremation, I lingered at the back of the truck as long as I could, whispering my thanks and love to this very good boy who shared 12 wonderful years with us. As I stroked his ears and paws I could already feel the coolness of a body in death. I pulled myself away, signed some forms and watched the techs gently place him on a guerney and wheel him away. He was a very good boy, and he shall not be forgotten.

Shadorma #1—11.01.17

I’ve neglected my blog for many months. To kick myself back into gear, I’m doing 30 days of poetry. This time I’m using a form called shadorma-—a 3/5/3/3/7/5 form. The form can include multiple stanzas, but I will be doing well to create one a day. Here is day one:

Late Bloomer

Three weeks late,
Autumn finally turns
to reveal
in stages
most spectacular color
hidden until now.

25 Songs of Christmas: 12.24.16



A song for Christmas Eve—O Holy Night. This carol was written in 1847 by a French wine merchant, Placide Cappeau, and set to music in 1855 by John Sullivan Dwight. The third verse is my favorite, and very timely as we head into a very uncertain 2017 with so much hatred and and sabre-rattling. This, after all, is at the heart of Christmas: “Truly He taught us to love one another, his law is love and his Gospel is peace. Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother, and in His name all oppression shall cease.”

The version that I chose is from Jon Anderson’s 3 Ships album from 1985, which has been in my Christmas rotation since my oldest brother introduced it to me way back then. Jon is joined by Sandra Crouch for the third, and powerful, verse.