Once in a while on my “Fridays” I like to stop at the Park-n-Ride halfway between work and home and have a smoke as I sit on the tailgate of my truck. It’s just nice to sit, not move, and take a breath… filled with all sorts of nasty shit… before I start my weekend. The other day I stopped, had my smoke, and when I closed the tailgate and was heading for the driver’s side door, I heard the older man who had parked not far away ask if I could help, “move a dog from one car to another?”… and being in a friendly mood I immediately said, “Sure!”.
We walked over to where two crossover/wagon type cars were parked at a 90-degree angle to each other with their rear hatches open. In the back of his car, I could see the shape of a large dog under blankets. The plan was for each of us to grab an end of the blanket and simply transfer the large canine from one car to the other. I would like to point out that at this point in time… because the gentleman just said “Dog”… I figured I was simply helping move an old dog because he was sick or couldn’t walk or something and was just too large for the older gentleman and woman to wrestle themselves!… I was wrong.
We each grabbed an end of the blankets and when we were about halfway between the two cars, I could see the blanket slipping from the man’s grip. I tried to lower my end to stay level with him while being as gentle on my end as possible, but unfortunately when he got to about 6 inches from the ground he couldn’t hold on anymore…! It was one of those slow-motion experiences where I saw the pup’s head pop out from the blanket… and then I heard it hit the asphalt with a slight thud! I felt horrible for the ol’ boy!… and man! We just dropped his sick and aging canine companion! Then… I realized something wasn’t lining up. Mind you, at the beginning of this experience I was just asked to help move a dog. Come to find out… I helped two strangers move a dog from one car to another… which had died the night before while sleeping in bed with its owner. Yup… wasn’t expecting that!
Honestly, I felt like a schmuck. As we were going through this process, it really wasn’t until the dog was in the second vehicle and I put my hand on his rib cage that I realized he wasn’t breathing, moving… or living. Before I had come to this realization, I had mentioned how we just had to do the same thing with our dog, Xander… pick him up to get him in the truck because it was too high for him to jump into! I was trying to provide some comfort by sharing my own experiences with old dogs… not dead ones! I felt like an asshole for a hot minute, but I was able to get on the same page without anyone noticing… or at the least, pointing out my faux pas…! The saving grace for myself was the gentleman saying, “Thank you”, “God bless you”, “You’re a good man”, and the such as I walked back to my truck, embarrassed by the lack of awareness I just demonstrated!
I thought about what I had just experienced during the rest of the drive home. The wide range of emotions were kind of surprising to me. I felt embarrassment for my lack of understanding of what was actually going on at first. I felt sadness for the owner(s) who just experienced this great loss in their Life. I felt for the pup… and hoped he had a wonderful Life of chasing chipmunks, playing tug-of-war with ratty ropes, or simply soaking up the summer sun while lying on the front porch. I thought of Xander… what he has given me… and how fucking much I love him. I thought about him dying, which made me love him even more. As I drove over the river and through the woods, all I wanted to do was get back to The Schoolhouse and feel his love when Amanda opens the front door so he can run to my truck in the driveway as he welcomes me… home.
Widower Notes n Thoughts:
- I have the experiences of holding Kateri and hearing her last breath… and then doing the same with my Mom two years later. Because of those two events and who they involved, my relationship with Death has become more personal… more intimate… more Real, I guess… and my acceptance of things I have no control over has become much more central to how I react to whatever environment I am in. I absolutely hate… HATE!… that I have those two experiences, but I am glad I have a couple of Life Experiences that taught… and are still… teaching me how to be more compassionate, to be more accepting, and how to empathize and be more engaged with other people having a rough go of it. There’s enough crap out there in The World, I’m just trying not to add to it! Doesn’t always happen and can definitely be a challenge, sometimes!… but I try… and I hope you do, too.
Thirty Days of Mo(u)rning 