Though it's been months since she died, tonight's first firecracker reminded me that Katie is no longer here. At the age of thirteen, her body no longer kept up with her ambition of keeping the UPS trucks and school buses out of our fenced in yard -- it was her calling. German shepherd chow mix, Katie was loved and she is missed.
However, twice a year -- the Fourth of July and New Year's Eve -- reduced her to a furry ball of anxiety. Pacing, circling our feet, whimpering and even drooling in shear panic anticipating the pounding of the next bit of excitement for our neighbor. It was not exciting for her ... not for a moment.
The upside of this little ditty is that Katie no longer has to suffer through the trauma of the entrance of another new year. Rest in peace, Katie, rest in peace.
Who Am I?
I am what I am ... nothing more, nothing less. It's not that I know more than anyone else ... it's just that I've lived longer than a good many and have experienced life. I am a people watcher, a listener. I don't judge ... we all have a journey ... thank you for allowing me to share my journey with you.