Reading While Knitting

Nothing complicated; nothing too exciting, but yes, I do knit while I read. As well as during many other domestic activities.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Quiet Morning

I think it really dawned on me this morning.

It's quiet.

No clicky toenails on the floor. No whining to go out, no jingle of tags on a collar.

We had Mack put down at home yesterday.

It was all too much -- the blindness and his subsequent fear made him unable to navigate the physical challenges that our house provides, and even when carried outside, he was running into the bushes he usually greeted with a morning shower instead.

I wish I had some of the good pictures we have taken of him over the years, although photographing a glossy black dog is a challenge. As he got older, his muzzle and front end grew gradually whiter, so it was easier, but his eyes got cloudier and cloudier.

The best pictures are probably in my head, though.

Him jumping impossibly high to get a tennis ball, and Sarafina's reedy three year old voice, "Good catch, Rothbart!" Even the dog didn't escape her "Swan Lake" obsession. Him dancing in impatience on the side of a lake, "Just throw the stick, already!" His quiet disdain for the children, and the long-suffering looks he used to give us. The way he sighed happily when we finally went to bed and he could come in and lie down. Kids at homeschool park day who would vie to walk him, when what he really wanted was to stay right by me, and maybe cruise for leftovers. The way he'd run inside after a bath and then scrub his muzzle all over the couch, drying his face and leaving wet marks all over, no matter how much we tried to dry him.

I'm sure more good memories will come back, although right now my view of him is colored strongly by his last year or so. The kids are doing okay, but sad.

It's just too quiet.

Fortunately, the rest of the family is due to wake up really soon. That'll stop.

6 Comments:

At 1:57 PM, Blogger Charity said...

I'm so sorry, Stephani.

 
At 4:50 PM, Blogger Ruby Louise said...

I'm so sorry. *hug*

 
At 7:17 PM, Blogger cpurl17 said...

Now I know why the sky had a new star in it last night.

*hugs* to you and your family. this is always too hard.

 
At 10:27 PM, OpenID katesaid said...

That's a bad kind of quiet right there. An achy sort, not a warm-comforting sort.

I'm sorry for your loss.

 
At 9:31 PM, Blogger Kristin Sherman Olnes said...

That's a great way for him to go--in your home. He obviously meant a lot to you and I'm sure his presence will be missed for a long time. It is good that he is at rest now. I like how your post began with the quietness; your reflection of it all is very nice to read.

 
At 1:15 PM, Anonymous patricia said...

Oh, I'm sorry, Stefani.

I'm catching up with blogs after a busy few weeks--I didn't realize Mack was gone when I saw you at the park on Thursday.

The lines about three-year-old Thing 1 playing with him are the ones that really got to me. He was with your family for a long time.

I'm glad you have so many good memories.

 

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