By the time Detail died, I was ready to tell the world. His illness was lengthy and I comforted myself by writing his obituary over several months. I'd revisit it every so often, adding and editing, until I had crafted something I felt worthy of such a beautiful dog. Working on it truly brought me solace.
One may think, because we had two other aging pets in the household, I would have also been working on their stories. But while I have mulled them over in my head many many times, I have not yet committed even a single thought to paper. Perhaps it was my way of trying to postpone the inevitable. After all, if I have not yet written their stories, there is no way my pets can die.
For those of you who expressed concern, it was not Cosine who died yesterday. It was Figero, the Alpha Cat. Why I just didn't come right out and say that in yesterday's post is up for examination. I guess The Boy isn't the only one with a dramatic flair, although I wasn't thinking "drama!" when I posted it.
I was just thinking I felt worse because I have not yet written Fig's story.
Right now I'm thinking about how the hell I'm going to take a shower. When Wendy and I remodeled the bathroom there was one finishing detail we procrastinated over: frosting the window. The window in the shower overlooks the backyard and anyone in the backyard can look up and observe the showering person showering. This can be entertaining in the right circumstance.
But this morning, bright and early and before my usual shower time, the fence folks showed up to finish installing the fence. In the backyard.
Can I shower effectively with my pajamas on or will Juan, Jose and Hector run screaming out of our yard, blinded because they looked up at the wrong moment?
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