at the foot of the Siddon’s driveway
frozen in my young memory
exactly this way.
Her little puppy eyes were shut
and a plastic bag with her blood on it
still in her mouth;
from her early morning escape.
I never looked at that stupid gate
the same again ~
I didn’t know
puppies could squeeze themselves
just to run away
in search of
* Part of the beauty of allowing children the richness of owning a pet are the resultant natural lessons learned in cause and effect. Being responsible about feeding and care is one thing, and experiencing loss is an inevitable heartbreak some people, (usually adults) can’t seem to deal with. I have even encountered those who lied to their children about the untimely demise of “Fluffy” or “Tweetie”, feeling the truth was far too painful. I know that when a creature snuggles into your heart, all the things that define that one relationship are valuable exactly as they are, even if it is less than ideal. Some things hurt so sweetly you never want to forget.
We never saw Wags again.
*from 'Station Wagon Wars-growing up in the 60's' by cTanner