Friday, February 27, 2004
I wrote a memorial limmerick in this space and posted it. It did not appear. All attempts at recreating anything near it hav failed me. It's a lot like life. Once it's gone, it's gone. Can't be recreated. The end is just final. Not everything that ends is gone forever. But things that live and then die are gone. We cannot bring them back, no matter what we try to do. Only in memories will they meet us again. The ability to remember is our creative act. In the memory we create life. A bit of imagination and a thought from the past, voila....new life from what is no more.
I miss Chloe the 13 year-old Cocker Spaniel. She was too cute to be anything else. We grew used to her inability to improve on cute. Not smart. Not functional. No use whatsoever. Just cute. Sometimes cute is enough. If you are a dog.
I miss Chloe the 13 year-old Cocker Spaniel. She was too cute to be anything else. We grew used to her inability to improve on cute. Not smart. Not functional. No use whatsoever. Just cute. Sometimes cute is enough. If you are a dog.
