happy birthday me!

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

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Jayne decided to make me some paper art for my birthday, ‘cause she knows how much I love books. Such a thoughtful girl!

(Incidentally, I started a post about the first story in this collection of fairy tales yesterday, but I guess it’ll have to wait. At least I was already planning on treating myself to an Amazon used book shopping spree. JUST TOSS IT IN THE CART!)

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A portrait of the artiste! Don’t mind her, she’s a little shy. A real J. D. Salinger, this one.

Bittersweet Mother’s Day Kisses & Vegan Birthday Wishes

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

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This Mother’s Day, I think of Kaylee. Kaylee, the dear, sweet, mild-mannered, infinitely lovable old(er) lady we adopted three and a half years ago. Kaylee, my baby girl. One of three. Seven, if you consider those loved and lost.

This morning, as I cuddled Kaylee in bed, silently wishing her a happy Mother’s Day, I thought of her – and her own babies. In her Life Before Us, Kaylee was not spayed. Nor was she fed, housed, vetted, or otherwise cared for. Her body – large, mushy, misshapen – tells the tale of babies birthed, nursed, and…what? Oftentimes – and especially on days like these – I reflect upon this question. Where are Kaylee’s babies now?

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What do they look like? Short, stocky, white and mushy like her, or…more like their father, wherever he may be? Do their butts wiggle like hers, in anticipation of a meal, a treat, or even just a bowl to lick? Do they experience the same insatiable hunger as their mother, whether for physical or emotional nourishment? Are their barks, so infrequently voiced, characterized by the same pained (at times bordering on hysterical), wookie-like roar of their mother? Perhaps, dog willing, their life circumstances have not fostered within them the same fears that drive their mother.

Have the humans they encountered on their life’s path shown them the kindness and compassion that Kaylee has known from us – or have Kaylee’s babies only seen the cruelty and neglect that marked her own Life Before Us?

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