Space-time continuum of the soul

29 May 2011 Comments Off

by bborkent in semblance of truth

I lead a double life. In one, I’m the focused career woman, passionate about my job, working long hours with the tenacity of a robot. In my other life, I’m married, I love animals, shopping and knitting, and I take painting classes.  Except for the desire to buy shoes, the two sides never really affected each other, until last weekend when my beloved dog died.

I suddenly feel as though the space-time continuum of my soul has been torn open, and my 2 realities are overlapping, blurring the delineation and dissolving all clarity. The sudden death of Chai has made an unforeseeable impact on everything I do. Every movement seems slower, heavier, every thought careful and difficult. I know I have to overcome the emotional burden and turn it into something I can use. Sometime soon, sadness will fade, and the memory of Chai will fuel a new passion, a celebration of life.

Farewell, my beautiful friend

27 May 2011 2 Comments

by bborkent in raining, cats, and dogs Tags: ,

Tydaneium's Kashmir, "Chai" 2001-2011

Chai was the very definition of a Good Dog.
 
She filled our lives with her happiness. To say she was a big dog is an understatement; she weighed more than I do. Without her, the house seems vast and empty; it echoes in her absence. Now, there is no more deep purr-growl of happiness, no enthusiastically wagging Great Dane to come home to.
 
Camping will never be the same again, nor long walks through forest or along wide sandy beaches. Our lives have been irrepairably altered by her untimely death. Her last day, I watched her lazing in the hot sun, tongue lolling in a big dog-smile; the epitome of contentment. If I’d known what was coming, I would have laid down with her in the grass and held her as long as she’d let me; I’ve never wished so hard for the gift of premonition until that night. 
 
It has only been a week and my heart is still aching with the flood of memories. Chai loved life and people with her whole self; she was sweet and obedient even to her very last breath. In the future, there will be dogs, but there will never be another dog like her.

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