11.17.2011

November 17, 2011

White Dog nestled against my side. I was feeling a touch out of sync with the world and she could sense my mix of emotions. Maybe it is the time change when day passes so quickly into darkness even though the clock says it is still early. Maybe it is the "OMD, it is nearly THANKSGIVING! Where has the year gone?" sensation. Maybe it is the bittersweet color riot as leaves fall and sweaters come out of storage.

Earlier this week we celebrated Nuka's first Gotcha Day and it seemed on one hand like she has been with us forever (look at all the photos)! On the other, it was just a basket full of days ago that the naked deaf girl growled and postured in fright of the newness of her surroundings. Look at her now.

YoYoMa has systematically been exploring the toybox full of White Dog's toys from her six years of growing up in privilege. She has mostly grown out of chewing plushies and none of the other White Dog Army members have indicated an interest in them...save Puff, who goes through phases where she "adopts" a stuffie as a baby until she tires of playing house and then shreds it.

Seeing YAWD drag out "jack" the multi-armed stuffie and "Moose" who WD had to drag by the antler because he was taller than she was, made me feel like a first time grandma whose grandchild discovers the toys left behind long ago by the parent. I have strolled down memory lane..."remember when White Dog couldn't sleep without lambie?"..."And when Mono the Monkey screamed when you threw him?"..."OMD I thought we had lost kitty on that trip to California years ago!"

Saturday is Puff''s First Gotcha Day and I find myself looking back over her short time with us. She was so sick and so scared for so long. She had such trust issues. I look down to where she lies at my feet and whisper a quiet "thanks" to the Universe. She's my baby girl and yet this year turned 14. Time is so fleeting.

The melancholy is tempered by the joyful moments and celebrations we have all shared and the understanding that just being together is bounty in itself. But as White Dog and I sit watching the sun set and feel the chill creep across the shadows and note that it is barely past teatime, I indulge myself with a wistful sigh.

9 comments:

TwoSpecialWires said...

Realize a collective sigh ... we're joining in here, north of you. It's such a melancholy feeling ... one I (we?) completely understand, softened by the understand that all is really well. Right. And just as it should be. Thank goodness for these blended families that have become like one. Even when separated by miles.

Rest well tonight. Just like the dogs are undoubtedly modeling. (They are, here)

xx
Jake and Fergi's Moma (since they are sound asleep)

STELLA and RORY from Down Under said...

Hi Everybuddy, hmmmm. Melancholy? Sometimes mum gets that too and then we think of something to take her mind off it hehehe. We aren't rascals for nothing. No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

Brian said...

It is so wonderful that you are surrounded by such WD Love!

Nola said...

Oh cheer up! I don't want you to be melancholy!
Kisses and Tail Wags,
Dachshund Nola

Mr. Pip said...

This time of year does bring those feelings to light - or should I say twilight. We are feeling some of the same things out here ...lots of mixed emotions about many things.

Your pal, Pip

meowmeowmans said...

We agree, Autumn is a time of change that always brings about moments of reflection and remembrance.

Ginger Jasper said...

Yes the mums do get melancholy sometimes and its sometimes hard not to. You have all come so far and acheived so much in such a short time and looking at all the happy faces shows that.. There is a lot of love in your house.. Hugs GJ xx

Sagira said...

I can't believe it is Thanksgiving either. That means we have had Bokeh for a year almost. Where does the time go???

Kari in Vegas said...

Yes, this year has gone way too fast

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