Tomorrow, we turn towards the east and home. Wait a minute; there is no “we”. For the first time in recent memory, I will be riding solo, and it don’t feel right.
This has been one of the strangest weeks of my life. To have such a tragedy happen while on the road and far from home is one thing, but to have it happen at the very epicenter of such a special place as Gateway is quite another. And soooo many of the totally bizarre “coincidences” that have have occured over the past five days will never see the light of Facebok; we may have to get the story out there as a password protected blog or something of the sort; stay tuned.
But I am also incredibly thankful that Nama’s demise was instantaneous. The nearest city with a potential veterinarian is over two hours from her spring; I cannot imagine carrying her that far if she was in pain. But I would have, without a second thought; she was a special girl with an incredible future ahead of her, and no one can replace her.
And thanks to you, for keeping me honest. If it wasn’t for you, Charlie’s family from around the world, I don’t think that I could have handled it at least as well as I did, which was abysmally bad. But because you were watching, I had no other option than immediate full disclose, which may have served to cauterize the wound a little, but not a lot.
Charlie is fading, and both MacDuff and Nama are now gone; were does the story go from here? I don’t have any idea, but I can say that somehow it will continue to move forward. Although it started years ago as a simple update on the progress of an emaciated dog abandoned in a crate, it has since evolved into something else strange and special. I have recently found my tastes and hobbies evolving into the realization that my favorite things I do is talking to you; and I can’t stop now.
We be of one blood, ye and I.
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