My Heaven
Somewhere between the dimensions
There is a meadow of blue grass
Where Barbaro runs free.
Beside him, proud Ruffian
And the stalwart Eight Belles,
Slim foals by their sides,
Canter on soft, soft turf
While in the shade of
A green oak tree
My old Lab
Lies watching.
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But, when I don't want to feel all sentimental, I usually wonder whether my husband's tarantula is allowed in pet heaven.
There's a saying in child-rearing circles "Give them in fantasy what you cannot give them in reality". I had to put my Lab, Bridie Nell, down the same week that Barbaro died. I knew about Ruffian, and I just wanted them all to be together. Your puppy can be there, too. (The tarantula is in Spider Heaven, a fly-invested mecca nearer the equator..)
That's beautiful.
Ruffian
Within a year, we had to put down two young cats: Tucker (hit by a car) didn't live to see his first birthday, Puff didn't quite live 2 years.
So, the absurdity of the tarantula's demise actually helps: she died because my untidy spouse left a piece of the cats' flea collars on top of her cage (negligent arachnocide.) But, because she never moved during the day, normally, we didn't realize she was dead for months. Spiders are so surreptitious in all they do.
This is the only heaven I've ever really, really wanted to exist. (It's a big, big meadow, so there's lots of room for the cats, too.)
btw I hate to tell you this, but I lost a beloved tarantula ("Legs") in a divorce. I had to trade her for the boa. I still resent it.
Then again, I think the same thing about the entire Bush family, so it's possible I'm just projecting.
Barbaro, oh ,you brought back that terrible time. Thank you for that gentle poem, that helps a little....
When I first wrote this in my head, I had my dog loping beside the horses. Then I had to think... Bridie was an English Black Lab - with the really short legs! Cruising along beside the fastest horses in the world? Would've made a funny poem. And this is why we edit them!
Thanks and Never tell anyone!
I love the story that after his death the veterinarian who performed the necropsy said Secretariat had the biggest equine heart he'd ever seen. It wasn't due to disease or defect; he just had, literally, almost twice the heart of other horses.
Be glad some ill-informed relative didn't send you Steinbeck's The Red Pony for Christmas...
The whole thing is getting to me - and I love watching horse races. For now, I'm going to watch them on YouTube so I'll know in advance that they all get to the finish line OK.
I certainly hope so. But given that you seem to be a rational, caring, normal sort of person, the odds are against it.
Grems - There's always room for kitties...