Cherished: 21 Writers on Animals They Have Loved and Lost edited by Barbara Abercrombie

I should have known better than to read this book. Old Yeller, My Dog Skip, Marley & Me, Eight Below, even The Fox and the Hound..I’m a sucker for a good hearted animal book or movie. This book has lots of heart, but all 21 stories have the same ending so be sure to grab a box of tissues.

Despite having closure, every story is about dealing with the grief from the death or loss of a pet. Therefore, this would be the perfect book for a vet to suggest to someone having trouble with their loss, or even for a friend or family member to share with a loved one after the death of a beloved cat or dog. There are even a few horse stories and one pig included in the collection.

I found myself underlining passages like this one from “Hope” by Robin Romm: “…when a parent dies, the loss is often too large for the mind to comprehend. But when a pet dies, we understand it. We see the finality. We experience the loss in small, more accessible ways.”

Or this from “Mr. T’s Heart” by Jane Smiley: “We stayed with him long enough to recognize that he was not there, that his body was like a car he had driven and now had gotten out of…We have to experience the absence of life in order to accept it.”

Despite the loss of pets, we also see the writers facing other turmoils in life for which the pet might have provided some type of foundation – divorce, the death of a spouse or relative, moving to a new state or new home, or a new job, and also how children are affected. They also face the ridicule of others who obviously don’t know the joy a pet can give to our lives. “Have you killed another pet yet?” one coworker says to one of the writers, attempting a sad joke. Just as all dogs and cats are different and have a different effect on our lives, the way we process their absence is also different and that’s what makes these stories so unique.

I particularly enjoyed two stories by married couple Judith Lewis and Billy Mernit. Each of their tales is about a different pet and from a different point of view, but the bond between the two is indeed special. “This Dog’s Life” by Anne Lamott (acclaimed author of Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life), the only author I’d ever read before this anthology, was also one of my favorites.

This bit from “Winesburg” by the editor, Barbara Abercrombie, pretty much sums it up for the reader: “But here’s the thing about losing an animal that I have had to learn over and over again – when I let myself grieve I come to the end of it. And finally the tears open my heart to the animals who follow.”

These 21 tales are special and unique. Just be warned. The tales aren’t always wagging.

Spring in a Jar

On Sunday, while shopping at Walgreens, I came across a Spring Garden Endcap of poly resin gnomes, silk flowers, animal shaped planters, and the like.  The display also included this little gem called My Butterfly.

I stood there and played with it for all of 5 minutes, amazed that someone actually thought up this thing and is now attempting to sell it at Walgreens for $12.99.  It’s a canning jar with a fake butterfly on the inside on a tiny string.  You tap the lid and the little butterfly actually flaps its wings and bounces around on the inside of the jar, just like a real butterfly back in the day.

I snapped several photos of it with my cell phone, eager to post this on my blog, but I knew my photos wouldn’t do it justice.  No worries!  Amazon.com is selling it for $19.00 and had a better photo!  Also notice the thing as all 5 star reviews!  So people are actually buying this!

Back in the day, I remember my sister having to make a bug collection for Science glass.  We collected various bugs from the yard, including one of those large red fire ants, in Ball jars.  We popped in a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol ala mafia style and had a bug corpse in no time which we adhered to a block of Styrofoam in a shadow box using a push pin. By the time I had reached that Science class, we were doing leaf collections.

These days I’m just happy to see a butterfly in the yard, and would rather snap a photo of it than catch it and put it in a jar although I did my fair share of this as a kid.  Frogs, slugs, and fireflies all found temporary homes in my mom’s canning jars or a small instant coffee container when I was growing up.

And now this lovely little over priced contraption to remind us how cruel we were as children.

So, I bought one to put right next to my pet rock.

NOT!

Baby Ducks

I had the strangest dream about baby ducks last night.  Tree limbs from our neighbor had fallen into our yard and damaged our duck pen.  I had come home on lunch to find baby ducks all over the yard.  I gathered them up and took them inside and put them in the sink.  A few of them didn’t make it.  I put the big ducks in the back yard till J got home and could deal with them.

Strange, huh?  We don’t even have ducks. But I wish we did!  I hand raised several when I was a kid, used to get a few every Easter.  I love baby ducks!

More Monkey Business This Weekend

I haven’t been so excited about the release of a book since Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol, but Sara Gruen’s new one comes out next month!  Gruen wrote Water for Elephants which I read while on vacation in 2008 and thought it was just wonderful.  One of the best books I’ve ever read and that I’m still talking about and suggesting to others.  Her new one, Ape House, will be released on September 7th. While it doesn’t sound as magical or enticing as Water for Elephants, I’ll still support Gruen and read it.  And I’m excited because I just scored an advanced copy which will arrive in the mail this week!  Review to follow….

Monkey Business in the Lou

Yesterday in St. Louis, a 14 year old girl took a pic from Google of a baboon and put it on her cell phone.  She called police and claimed a monkey was loose in the neighborhood.  Police called the zoo.  Swat teams emerged in gear. Storm troopers arrived on the scene armed and dangerous. School officials called parents and wouldn’t let kids go out to recess or walk home.  Payroll was earned and tax dollars spent.  Then the 14 year old girl claimed she made it up.  But not before this lovely lady appeared on the scene.  Her talent?  She’s the monkey whisperer.  She can call out  to those baboons like the sweet love making of a teen boy locked in his bedroom with daddy’s Playboy magazines! Let’s listen in, shall we….

Just weight!

Have you seen my new paperweight?

Well, of course you haven’t.  I just bought it yesterday.

I made a trip to Tuesday Morning to buy a birthday gift for a friend.  I’d spotted this paperweight there a few weeks ago and was hoping it’d still be there.  It was only $4.99 and it has a bird in it.  A robin.

It makes a nice addition to my real desktop.

Have You Seen Paco? Shame on Delta!

I’m posting this only because I flew Delta on my business trip last week.  Apparently, they lost a passenger’s dog and offered an apology, $200 in airline vouchers, and reimbursement for expenses related to the dog. I can’t imagine the heartbreak.  I’d never put my animals in baggage claim because of reasons like this.

Honey, where’s Grandma?

I checked her at the gate!

Oh dear….

From consumerist.com:

Delta Offers More Money For Pooch Lost In Transit, Apologizes

By Ben Popken on May 7, 2010 5:14 PM 0 views

Paco is still missing, but after we contacted them, Delta reached out to Josiah and said sorry, along with offering to reimburse him for all the costs he put into the dog and two additional $200 vouchers for future travel on their airline. Josiah says that’s unnecessary, as he still probably won’t be flying Delta ever again after this experience.

The airline offered to cover all of Joisah’s costs for the dog, reimbursing him for the shots, food, leash, and kennel he had bought.

“Lost baggage is one thing, but a live animal…,” says Josiah. He says the Delta rep who spoke with him was quite compassionate and sincere, saying she “felt really bad” and that she was a dog lover herself.

While he appreciated the sentiment, it doesn’t bring Paco home. “It’s crazy that it took a website like you talking to them before I could talk to someone who could actually do anything,” he said.

Delta wasn’t able to share any details about what had happened down in Mexico. A spokesperson said the airline was investigating the issue.

Josiah theorized that the kennel either got misplaced and Paco is sitting somewhere in the airport still. “Or someone took him because they thought he looked like a good family dog, which he would, completely,” he said. “I don’t believe that he escaped.”

Mourning Winter

With over two inches of snow already on the ground and more quickly falling, it’s odd to think that today is Valentine’s Day.  It feels more like a white Christmas.  I wish it was.  The chilled air is filled with a flutter of white.  I didn’t see the sun today and now night is falling.

Tomorrow is President’s Day so school is already out.  I wish adults could have a snow day.  What I wouldn’t give to be ten again and bundled up in clothes, out riding a trash can lid down the powdery hill.

I never was good making men out of snow.

Before the sun sat, I snapped these photos out the back door of some winter birds that had stopped by for a bite to eat.  Jim Grimsley would be proud.

Good Mourning

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It seems appropriate that a mourning dove stopped by this morning.  J took the dogs out at 6am this morning only to find that 3 baby starlings were on the deck.  They’d fallen out of the nest that is in the eve of our house behind the gutter.  Still alive, J picked them up and put them in a box.  We can’t get to the nest to put them back in, but we’ll take them to the local wild bird rehab center today when they open.  Other birds stopped by as usual this morning looking for food, and that’s when I snapped these photos.