I have always liked to write. Once I told my former husband that I wanted to be an author but he told me that I didn’t have the experiences behind me to be a successful writer. With that statement in mind, it was close to 30 years before I tried my hand at writing again.
When I began writing, it was usually letters complaining about some purchase I had made that was faulty; (Once I wrote to the Knudsen Company to complain about some “Rocky Road” ice cream I had purchased that tasted spoiled. Was I surprised when a Knudsen truck pulled up in front of the house and gave me one of every kind of ice cream they made, from quarts to pints, to ice cream sandwiches, etc. It seems that the cream in the Rocky Road had spoiled, and they recalled all of that batch of ice cream. They were rewarding me for saving them a lot of money, and I have became hooked on writing forever.)
I have three daughters – all adequate writers, and now my 15 year old granddaughter, Molly Baldwin, is showing that she also has a talent for creative writing. She recently lost her Black Lab, Jake, and wrote this tribute to him. I would like to share it with all of you – with her permission!
In Memory of My Dog ?
I remember last year,
When I came home,
… You would charge across the floor,
Lick me all over,
Always trying to get my face.
You would bark your loud bark,
The one strangers found scary,
But I knew it meant you were happy to see me.
Your warm tongue leaving sticky trails across my arms.
I remember when we were little, playing with you,
You were always so gentle with us,
Us loud, noisy toddlers,
Forever yanking your tail,
And your ears,
Your slick black hair,
Coarse against our hands.
I remember when I made you swim for too long,
I kept throwing the basketball in the pool,
I thought it was funny watching you chase it around and around.
I’m so sorry.
I remember after your stroke,
How your hind legs turned to Jell-O
How you wanted to greet us when we came home,
But kept running into walls or falling.
I remember as you got better,
but never the same.
I remember that last year,
You were unable to walk,
How our Mom had to stay up all night to be there for you.
I remember going on that camping trip for school,
Dad calling me on the day we were to go home,
“We are putting Jake down today”
Were you aware of your surroundings, Jake?
Is it true that dogs can sense when your owners are in distress?
You know that not even the humiliation of crying in front of my friends,
Could not stop the tears from cascading down my face,
Or the sobs from causing tremors down my body.
I remember getting off that bus and into the car,
Straight to your side.
I waited for you to be put out of your misery.
I remember my whole family sobbing their hearts out,
But as much as I wanted to do the same,
My eyes remained dry.
I sat, a cold statue as you munched down on dog biscuits.
Unmoving till the very end.
I hugged your cold lifeless body,
You, but not you,
Whispered my well wishes in the ear that was no longer yours,
You still in my heart and the guilt still in my soul.
I love you,
I hope you know that.
I miss you,
Molly loves to write, and has written a short stories on many different themes. I am quite proud of her and would like to think that she inherited some of my “writing genes.” What do you think?