a most precious little light went out early this morning.
how ironic that i should be writing a post about my need for light when
at that very time . . . across this land . . . on the little inlet bay that is
pete’s harbor . . .
one of my favorite fur people left this world.
her name was lily.
i called her darling lily. you know. from that beautiful song
that julie andrews sang in that awful movie.
i also called her lily bear. she was a blonde lab. and they sometimes
look like little bears with long tails.
she owned my good friend leslie. (a simple life afloat)
yes. the one who is in danger of losing her home.
and now this great loss.
leslie was lily’s seeing eye girl.
they had it all figured out.
it’s a good thing lily wasn’t a huge lab. some of them get pretty big
lily was a lady. small. and beautiful.
her spirit shined through that blind blue cast in her eyes.
and . . .
well. you just fell in love. that’s all.
leslie bought her cruise-a-home for lily’s benefit. it was all one level.
still. lily had to be lifted on and off the boat.
leslie did this for lily. hundreds and hundreds of times.
that’s what real friends do.
the signal was “blueberry” . . . that meant you’re being picked up.
and then . . .
sometime this past year lily lost her hearing.
she was now blind
what to do? leslie’s not a big girl. the space is not what you could call
stable. lily even though a small lab, was a handful to balance.
a kiss on the top of lily’s head meant “i’m picking you up now darling girl.”
leslie grew up in what i call a piece of heaven on earth.
carmel by the sea.
lily loved to go to the beach. but she didn’t like long trips. when you’re
blind and going deaf . . . home is where your heart is.
she was always glad to get back to pete’s harbor and her small boat.
this is lily bear traveling
this is lily after a long journey. happy to be back home with her toy and
her own bed. those hotel rooms are good for only one thing!
no. not what you think. just an accident. it was an accident.
and besides. she had to check on her friend . . .
blanche the duck and her new little goslings. it’s a busy life at
it can be tiring work taking care of leslie . . .
and ducks . . .
and getting on and off this silly old boat.
but life is ALWAYS worth living.
and what’s a little blindness.
and what’s a little deafness.
and the arthritis isn’t even all that bad.
it’s been a good long life.
they missed the first five years together . . . did leslie and lily.
the paw of forever friendship didn’t come until lily was five years old.
leslie thinks she was born in 1997.
that wonderful velvety lab nose never left darling lily.
she would smell all the heavenly scents on the dock and in the waters.
wonderful wild scents that you and i have no idea of. it’s her world.
and now. she’s part of that world again. and the timeless ageless way
that nature is.
it’s so sad for us humans. we’re never ready to let go.
but nature knows best.
of late . . .
she had taken to lying across leslie’s legs as they slept.
a friend told leslie that he thought lily was “anchoring” her.
when one is going through what leslie is . . . and the other half of your
heart knows what pain you’re in but can’t speak of it in a human way . . .
well . . .
the only other thing is to hold you down with her love. and that she did.
i can barely see this screen now.
my fingers know where the keys are and that’s a good thing.
i’m typing through a veil of tears.
maybe this is way too sad. but it’s a day for sadness.
a most precious little light has gone out.
but we will remember you my darling lily bear. and leslie.
you are in our thoughts always. for whatever lies ahead.
the two of you are spirits of courage. timeless. ageless.
death has no power over that. and never will.
a kiss on your head sweet girl.