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Friday, September 12, 2008

Symphony for the Sandman

As I sit to write this, I hear the familiar sound of Wifester's snore wafting from the sofa in unison with the Sunny-dog's. It's this cacophony of nasal and deep pharyngeal sounds that I've grown to love. The two of them are like one when in deep slumber and beware the woman (or man) who tries to place a wedge in between this girl and her dog. I see them snuggled up together and I think of how at peace they look together and I miss my Max. I remember how we were one. Max knew me like I know myself. I think about people who don't have pets and how much they miss out in their lives by not having this bond, this joy. Oh sure, with it comes an inevitable heartache that is akin to no other, but I believe, through my pets, I've learned how to be a better person.
I see it in Wifester and Sunny-dog. See, you may not know this about my Wifester, but she's from up north. People from the north have a different mindset than us southerners. Always in a hurry to get things done, always with an agenda to complete, always wanting to get in and get out. No dilly-dallying. I think it stems from all the cold months they spend up there. There's no time for niceties and lingering. If you pause to converse, you'll freeze. Down here in the south, where it sweltering hot and you can cut the air with a knife even in September, we take our time. No running around, that'll just produce more heat! We stop and smell the flowers, because they're everywhere. But the Sunny-dog is a southern-girl too, so now the Wifester is outnumbered. Sunnydog is a laid back, take it easy kind of girl. And sensitive, to boot. Wifester is hurried and gruff. She's learning to be gentle and slow down, relax a bit, through the Sunny-dog. And what any of this has to do with anything, I really don't know. But I was sick and tired of politics, and rants, and honestly, I sat down to write about something else, but hearing the symphony of snores led me here.
What's on your mind today?

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Anndi said...

My Honey is in the South... and I have to say, the pace is amazing as far as I'm concerned.

I guess my mind is on being home with him.

*hugs* It's been a very long time since my first pet passed, and there are days when I still miss her.

Karen said...

Oh...That is a great Kodak moment for your life. I love that.

Being a northern, I have to say that you hit it right on the head. My life is rushed and chaotic and I would probably benefit from a pet.

But who has time for the feeding, the walking, the extra cleaning, the poop scooping... lol.

Mandy said...

I love your comparasion of us southerners with those yankees!!

anyway ... we are cat people ... we have always had a cat .. BUT when this one goes to kitty heaven I am DONE with animals .... not even fish :) I wonder if I can really live without a pet in the house though ... ;)

gary rith said...

oh, we northerners may rush around but that doesn't mean we're doing anything!

Reb said...

Very touching post. I don't know what I am going to do when my cat dies, my allergies say no more pets, but my heart doesn't agree.

Fortune Cookies said...

anndi-I think we always carry a bit of our pets with us, years and years after they are gone, much like our family. thanks for the thoughts...

karen- they do take some time, unless you get fish, they're pretty easy to care for :)

mandy- oh, you say that now, but when you are a pet person, you'll find that your life is almost empty without them.

gary- ha! that sounds about right!

reb- sibu shall live forever! ;) I didn't know what I'd do when Max passed, but I survived...a day at a time. It'll be a while, but I'll have another kitty...And don't even get me thinking about Sunny dog...I know I'll always have pets, I can't imagine living without four legged friends.

Janet said...

You know...even tho I'm a northern girl through and through, I must have more than a little touch of southernism running thru my veins, cause I'm the most laid back person there is ;-)