Time, Pain, and Lost Love
In the middle of the day Missy ran in--in the halloween cat posture and jumped up on the desk—such as she did when Maggie was here.
I haven’t seen Maggie since the day her owners took her back, and though I miss her incredibly, I thought that for the best. If she’s gone from my life, then be gone, and let me get on with mine. Of course I hoped to see her...but why? To wrench my heart open again?
But today—four days later—she runs in here to say “hi” and she’s yipping and yelping and wiggling and licking me on my face—I have to escort her back to her family on the road---twice!! She likes it here better! But we can’t keep her—it was so sweet she remembered me and so sad she had to go, again...I cried. I did. I know better, I do, but we just fell in love with her.
Ah, and time that passes always makes these pains more distant, just like a scar heals. This one is so fresh I'm still bleeding. It's better if I don't see her. Whenever she comes around the wound is ripped open again and I have to heal all over from the start. It's too hard, it's just too hard, it's just way, way too hard.
Some wounds of the heart heal more quickly than others, and in some of these matters, there is no healing at all. Which is why, I suppose, we have great works of art, literature, and music. Our sadness and hardship must be expunged somehow, in order to make way for the joyous probability of hope, of friendship, and of love, once again.
Here’s to you, Maggie.
You've both enhanced my heart and damaged it irrepairably. You have changed me forever.
So much power in a pup.
Mary Mary Quite Contrary (2007-07-28)
awe! - how about doing a painting of Maggie?? (maybe a good idea or a bad one - not sure(?))
Doe (2007-07-28)
awww, I'm sorry.
One Tough Cookie (2007-07-28)
*hugs*
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