Sunday Morning

It’s morning still
Sunday

My old girl
is curled up tight
at my feet
lightly snoring
her doggie snore

It sounds like a purr
like contentment

The wild eyed Springer
has gone in search
of a bed
without stacks
of partially read books
piled too high
notebooks
with rows
of sentences
never completed

It is not quite spring
and not quite winter
and I am not quite me

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Tuesday 21 December 2010: Winter Solstice with Dixie

Illness has always brought me nearer to a state of grace.
Abbe Pierre

Dogs are miracles with paws. ~Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy

This day was the Winter Solstice.

I hesitated to post this photo but it was the only one I took that day.

It was a bad day for Dixie. The day before she had had a stress test. It took a lot out of her. She still sleeps a lot but we occasionally see her happy cheerful self, waggy tail and all. Unfortunately, those outburst take a lot out of her and she has to sleep to recover.

Her illness isn’t terminal. It just feels terminal to me because I miss my happy, playful doggie so very much. She will have more tests after Christmas and hopefully we will have whatever is making her ill identified, out the door and forgotten.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus