Blindsided today.

1. 
   Rob G 2007 10 13 at 6:00:16 pm

   I like playing with words, but I don’t know how to make them sing, like you, and Theriomorph, and others here do. If I could, I would now. All I can say is I feel for you, and maybe understand the ache you feel. And those words look so feeble.

2. 
   Hank Fox 2007 10 13 at 6:19:45 pm

   The titles of two of Isaac Asimov’s biographies were “In Memory Yet Green” and “In Joy Still Felt.” Always liked ‘em.

   Someday when you’re rich(er) and famous(er), you could hire a sculptor to do a bust of old Zeke. It would be magnificent.

3. 
   Chris Clarke 2007 10 13 at 6:39:55 pm

   You mean like this?

   
   

4. 
   Tsunami 2007 10 13 at 8:07:50 pm

   Ache yes. 

   I opened the freezer yesterday and saw the container of catnip, and it hit me all over again.  Grief for every single day I could’ve given him catnip and didn’t.  I took some and put it in the box with his ashes, and cried.

5. 
   kathy a 2007 10 13 at 8:40:14 pm

   that is a fine representation of the most excellent zeke.

   i apologize for bringing back stuff by talking about my own, elsewhere.  it’s not lifting your burden.  but you and zeke have made our path more manageable, and i am very grateful.

6. 
   embee 2007 10 13 at 10:21:12 pm

   what a beauty.  so sorry about the ache.

7. 
   sravana 2007 10 13 at 11:28:31 pm

   {{{{Chris}}}}

   Nothing to be said.

8. 
   Theriomorph 2007 10 14 at 2:06:03 am

   Planting a kiss right on that widow’s peak of Zeke’s, oh beautiful dog.

   The sculpture is perfect. Flawless.

   Chris. It just hurts.

   Sending love.

9. 
   Chris Clarke 2007 10 14 at 2:13:13 am

   kathy a, please don’t think that for another second. You think I wouldn’t have been thinking about him? Heh.

   There’s been a lot of other stuff going on, directly related to Zeke and his role in my life and household.

   And this rain is the first fall rain without him, the first one where I haven’t opened the door for him, seen him look outside and then look at me as if I had utterly betrayed him by leaving the sky water on. I miss that so.

10. 
    jason 2007 10 14 at 11:33:54 am

    I’ve learned I need my pain, Chris, and perhaps some day I’ll fully understand why.  All I know right now is that my heart knows what your heart feels.  Small comfort, yes, but kindred nonetheless.  You’re in my thoughts. . .

11. 
    beth 2007 10 14 at 11:54:46 am

    I’m sorry it hurts, Chris, but that’s what true love is.

    Funny - it’s also felt really good to see Zeke’s picture here lately. He always makes me smile and lifts my spirit a bit. A special spirit who was a companion to a lot of us, precisely because of your love.

12. 
    rose 2007 10 14 at 12:06:48 pm

    i know..  i ache for you, and me, too.
    my favorite picture of zeke is the one you posted at the one year mark..
    such a love.

13. 
    black dog barking 2007 10 14 at 12:25:00 pm

    Zeke’s expression seems to saying *alert* without *alarm*, focused on the camera perhaps? Or the photographer? He feels safe.

14. 
    Bruce 2007 10 14 at 5:46:34 pm

    What a gentle, sweet-looking dog. I feel like I can see the imprint of deep relationship in his face.

15. 
    Nezua Limón Xolagrafik-Jonez 2007 10 15 at 7:05:53 pm

    great shot man. mijita loves it, too. “daWWW!” it made her happy.

16. 
    Rachel Shaw 2007 10 17 at 12:36:43 pm

    I like seeing Zeke - but I’m sad that you’re feeling sad.  (((Chris)))

17. 
    Rachel Shaw 2007 10 17 at 12:42:53 pm

    The wind blowing through
    Ocotillo bones
    And grey-yellow seed pods
    Rattles and moans in the threshhold hours;
    The thought of red flowered flames
    And green spring shoots
    Can make the empty fall winds
    Seem colder,
    Dry air wrapping the croak of a raven
    In loneliness.

    A planet shines opposite the moon, rising.