and cannot be pushed back. Not sure why they press forward and fill consciousness, forcing other things into the background. But there they are. What should you do? I don't have answers; I only respond to the circumstances. Mostly I have to think those thoughts; often they can be put back in dusty files and sometimes they must be given more thorough consideration.
Finished latest read, and stretched out across the bed. The book was a very good read; I couldn't plunge into the next one and there's nothing on TV, not that I want to see anyway. Roomies joined me asking for loving. SO I suppose it was while stroking my doggies I was reminded of the puppy I killed.
Maybe I haven't discussed that here, but I did kill a puppy. Not deliberately or intentionally. Nevertheless, with stupidity and carelessness, I caused the demise of a sweet doggie. Even wrote a sappy short story about it, no doubt to salve my conscience against guilt and remorse.
The mutt with huge brown eyes that inspired the name Master Clarence Brown-Eyed Martin was a real sweetie. But his eagerness and my failure to notice details resulted in his being rushed to the pet emergency clinic. He did not survive his injuries and I carried him home with heavy heart, crying via phone to a friend of my crime and regret.
He's in my backyard, among others that succumbed to age and disease, the only young sacrifice. At the time I wished for no more animal companions; but Rosey brought me Penny and MacKenzie and my life has been enriched and I've been rewarded with love and devotion. Clarence deserved better and I don't deserve such grace. I hope he knew I really did love him.
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