Thursday's Child

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

R.I.P.


My neighbor Adele called me today to say that Matty was lying dead in her bushes. She had been up, sleepless, last night, having a cup of tea at her kitchen table when she heard snarling and yowling in her back yard. She turned on the lights and ran outside to see a dog running away, and Matty, dead of his wounds.
My son Tom buried him in Adele's backyard.
I'll miss our newborn friendship. He had just begun to let me pet him, and would close his eyes while I stroked his rough fur and rubbed his scarred ears.

1 Comments:

  • At 7:58 PM, Blogger CS said…

    So sorry to hear about Matty. A rough end for a rough life.

     

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