I don’t know where I found this. I have a folder of things I keep for the perfect time. I don’t do such a good job of documenting source. (if you know..please forward so that I can). I just love it though. It’s so honest and full of heart and concern and that picture of Kaine is just awesome. He looks so wild and crazy eyed and shatter toothed. Kinda reminds me of my favorite childhood book, The Inspector. I know I’ve posted about it before.

So is it the perfect time to post it? I don’t know. Is there ever a perfect time for anything? This week I read a story written about my childhood dog who was killed for eating chickens. Blue was his name. He had one blue eye and one brown eye and lots and lots of snow white hair. I loved that dog so much. I lost him. At the time I thought I lost him a different way..but either way..I lost him. That wasn’t the beginning of my loss of things I loved..and certainly not the end.

Right now I feel fortunate to have what I have, but I also feel great sadness about the loss of a lot of things that were dear to me. Really, really dear to me. People. Things. Dogs. Hopes. Dreams.    I feel like drawing pictures of everything I’ve lost and posting them around the city in hopes that someone can return them…….or maybe realize how important they are to someone else and take better care of them than I did.

Lost.

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