That's the conclusion I came to.
“Toots” 7/10/2010
I’ll bury another friend today.
And as I sweat in the early morning sun
Cutting out each piece of sod and placing them in order alongside her grave,
I see her soft brown eyes looking up at me with her long beautiful tail slowly wagging to and fro.
An Attention-Hound…. That’s what she is.
One of those dogs who is always on the wrong side of the door,
And doesn’t hesitate to let you know it.
A “Scratch-n-Yike” Lab cross that somewhere along the line decided to train me.
And despite her “Mom’s” dismay, I guess I agreed to let her.
For more than a decade she played with our other two dogs,
The last of which passed on only two months ago.
Those were fun times, a kind of “Smile-a-minute” period.
All three will rest next to a planted Cedar tree.
And now I’m digging her grave.
I focus on the mechanics of doing a good job.
Piling the dirt on plywood laid flat on the ground on each end of the rectangular hole
So it will be easier to shovel it back in, without trying to dislodge it from the surrounding grass.
Another piece of plywood is left clean next to the last open side,
In order to gently place her on my coat in the bottom.
As I place the shovel to the side
Now finished with the task
It occurs to me
That there are some jobs where it really sucks to get good.
Edited by Slab Happy (07/10/10 01:50 PM)
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