Mourning Sammy

[monk222]

An amusing, if aggravating, thought:

If I had a sort of bird's eye/God's eye view,
I could look down and spot Sammy,
perhaps just a few blocks from me,
wandering dazedly and lost,
and I could go and pick him up
and take him back home with me,

but I don't have that view,
and it's like a needle in a haystack,
and there's no hope of finding it,
though I can feel the prick and sting of it.

Of course, this assumes Sammy is only lost,
that it's not worse,
that he hasn't been mangled by a dog
or by sadistic boys.

If it's worse,
one can only hope it was a quick death,
much quicker than what Willy suffered.

I shouldn't muse so much like this,
like a little boy
whose pet is the biggest most special thing in the world,
but such is the emptiness of my life
that my pets are my greatest loves.

Well, at least I mused as much over losing Mother,
and I had a lot more mixed feelings about her, heh.

Comments

[miss-next.livejournal.com]

I hope he turns up. If it's any consolation, Klinsmann was gone for over two years. I always knew in my heart that he was alive, and sure enough he turned up again, purring like a diesel engine, just as if he'd been gone for only a few hours.

[miss-next.livejournal.com]

Ah, just seen your edit. :-)

[hardblue.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry about that; this was kinda impromptu. I'm better learning that cats are more fancy free, and you have to accept them for what they are. I'm more of a dog person, of course.

[miss-next.livejournal.com]

I like dogs too, but I know what would happen to any dog in this house - the poor creature would be thoroughly put in its place by Minsky. He's a gentle tyrant, and he would certainly not let any other dog give his dog any trouble... but that's the thing. It would be his dog. He did it to both my ex-husband's guide dogs.

I love my Minsky, but I don't think it's good for a dog to be bossed around by him, even with its best interests at heart. :-)