Jonathan just gave me a Mary Oliver book – Dog Songs. It inspired me to pay tribute to my sometimes-neglected furry friend.
I give Kate a lot of press, a stand-out dog in terms of devotion, intensity, dogging our heels, panting heavily in our faces. Clara is something else. She loves us, but she loves all. She is the epitome of dear, dopey, ever-gentle. She takes biscuits so delicately, like she’s trying to lift a bubble from your hand without popping it. Indoors, she is always at our side, seeking touch, loving close proximity.
Outdoors, Clara is on the lookout, focused away. Sometimes I think she has spent her life with us looking, looking, for the family with five small children who gave her up when she was 1 ½. Her 80 pounds of loving had become too much.
Four paws and tail
Did not go to Yale;
She runs low on smart
But Masters in heart.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 268: 157 words, TOTAL = 45,457; 14,543 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.