Friday, November 30, 2012

Taillights.

Taillights.

Some things you can't change, and some things you can't forget.

Taillights blaze and traffic stops. A woman gets out of a minivan, flashers blazing and as I pull up, a pathetic figure thrashes on the cold gray asphalt. At first I think it is a coyote, and I think "good!", but then I see the collar- someones pet. Cars are backing up, red lights and headlights veering all over the place, as this poor creature thrashes on the pavement, it's jaws agape, tongue lolling, it's eyes still eager to please. I see those useless back legs and despair.

When I was a kid, we had a black lab pub named Belle. She was gorgeous and sweet. One night, when returning from our piano lessons my mother ran her over.

I'll never forget her terrified yelps, the cries of pain and agony. I'll never forget having to leap over the pool of blood to see what happened to my pet.

This is why I don't play music or have a dog.

8 comments:

  1. When I was 8 years old, I was holding onto the back legs of my puppy as it was ran over by a dump truck. Dude...I understand. That memory still haunts me...hang tough.

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  2. Jason, there are few things as rewarding as owning a dog. Many, such as myself see them as my furry children. They love unconditionally and provide a lifetime of memories.

    It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. This somehow applies here as well....

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  3. "If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal." (CS Lewis) Love anything and it will surely be broken. But we keep loving on...because life is far emptier without them. Always so sad, though.

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  4. I think we've all been there. It gets no easier with age nor wisdom.

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  5. Sorry you had to witness that one. I think we all have seen that one too many times.

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    1. Yeah, Chris, that was a rough one. I was sitting here trying to figure out why it bothered me so bad, and the emotions kept taking me back to those childhood experiences. Writing can be therapeutic.

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  6. Touching story. I can also relate. I'll never forget having to get our dog out of the middle of the road when I was about 10. The sounds told me what had happened.

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