Reub's journey

03 July 2020

A topography of tears



Because of a minor procedure on my right eye, I was advised to buy artificial tears three weeks ago. That is funny, because truly I have been manufacturing my own tears for much longer. I could be selling tears by the tiny bottle. Happy tears, but mostly terribly sad tears, nothing in between. Highs and lows, a topography of tears.

The day in March that we went into a statewide lockdown, my watch stopped working.  Today, even as Covid-19 increasingly circulates, I finally went into a tiny shop in downtown Corvallis and got it fixed. Nearby I went into my favorite little store and, masked & cleaned,  bought two pairs of Smartwool socks.



 I came home and hugged Reub. There were tears of joy. Complicated, anxious, deaf, old Reuben. We are without his lifelong best friend, Eddy. Tears of grief. Ed died a month ago, sweetly at the hands of his vet, in our back yard.


There are whole volumes that I could write about Eddy, a quirky, hilarious, intelligent, driven, entirely devoted companion. But I have already written these things, and now it is time to move on, grief recognized by all who know. I lay a flower on his grave every day, and you had best not call that foolish. The name of this obscure blog will never change.


 Reuben got a special hug because yesterday he spent the whole time on an IV at the vet, heroically not-succumbing to a terrible, painful hemmorage in his abdomen.


It was a metaphor for the world right now, a world of pain that somehow survives it all.  Because sometimes things can be fixed, and for that I am grateful. Old Reub lives, and my watch works now.
 

16 comments:

  1. Sorry for your loss.
    I don't think I ever knew the origin of your blog name.

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    1. When I first started I thought it was all going to be authored by the dogs. And in fact, some of it was. Now it's more reminiscent of two old friends talking to themselves randomly. Ed and Reub. :)

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  2. Some things can be fixed - a message of hope if there ever was one. Sending a hug.

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  3. Ah thank you Pauline. You are among the most hopeful poets that I know.

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  4. What a beautiful post - both words and photos. We cherish their friendship and mourn when they're gone.

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  5. Such a sad time when those who have been our friendliest companions leave us. I am glad that you feel safe in going into town. Precautions are good protection.

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    1. I hope you’re staying safe out there on the east coast. We are very careful.

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  6. Eddy was a good boy. He enriched our lives beyond measure.

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    1. Yes, what a great pal. I miss his fine-tuned sense of humor every day.

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  7. sad sad when our dog companions die.

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    1. They spend more time with us than our closest human friends. It leaves a big hole in my life when I lose a dog.

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  8. So much of a burden. 2020 cannot be over too fast for me. Our pets are our family and the loss of them is too painful to believe.

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  9. I have only returned to a long absence from blogging so I just saw this post. Following Ed and Reub was a favorite journey for me and I am so sorry about the loss of Eddy and happy for the survival of Reub. I still have my old girl Slim and she keeps up with the younger girl Frankie.

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