MY LIZ IS CERTAINLY A NAGGING BEST FRIEND

(MUCH LIKE THAT SMART-ASS INNER VOICE)

SHE GETS SO IMPATIENT WHEN I FAIL TO REALIZE

RE-CLAIMING HAPPINESS IS A LIFE CHOICE

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BUT NO LONGER DOES SHE WANT TO GO OUT ALONE

AND INSISTS ON BRINGING ME ALONG

SHE KNOWS THAT I AM REALLY HURTING INSIDE

AND IT’S OUTSIDE (THE PAIN) WHERE WE BELONG

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THOUGH SHE IS ALMOST NOW COMPLETELY BLIND

IT’S NOT WITH DIMMING EYESIGHT SHE SEES

BUT THE 24/7 365 TIME

OF DEVOTION SHE HAS SPENT WITH ME

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THANK YOU GOOD LORD FOR THIS COMPANION

WHO EVERYDAY REMINDS ME WHY

WE KEEP MOVING FORWARD DESPITE OBSTACLES

TOGETHER AS A TEAM UNTIL ONE, OR BOTH, OF US DIES.

My best to you and yours, Lew

PS: Yup, looks like a powerful storm might be on its way and “Liz thinks” we should bring in some firewood to stay warm. lol

BEST FRIEND

She is so intelligent, sensitive and comforting on so many different levels – it’s really hard to explain, unless you have experienced the same sort of “survival relationship” with a non-human friend. Sure, a lot of our “inner species understanding” is probably just wishful thinking or anthropomorphizing¹ to a point, however, I do seriously wonder sometimes if the spelling of “dog” backwards is just a coincidence considering the long history of human development with canines (and other animals) represented with an array of historical artifacts of tribute, clearly expressing a high degree of praise and adulation. Dog and God. Hummm, “dog gone”? Quite a stretch but it sure would fit in this often appearing Godless Society that as been forced on the American public with all the….<STOP!>

OH YEAH! Something I failed to mention in that previous Halloween “Spoof posting (of the alien in the kitchen-dining room that grabbed me in the early morning …….”), that actually made that blah blah blah humorous.

You see, I purchased a few of those “interactive audio toys” for vision impaired “best friends” just before leaving on this last trip in August. Unfortunately, Liz didn’t take to the toys right off, so I put them aside until she became more comfortable with them (which she obviously eventually did and it is hilarious watching her push, shake, throw, and just otherwise HAVE FUN with them! Like a geriatric puppy! Hell, made me feel “good” too just watching her involved and not just staring into nothingness as she now often does…… and possibly wondering …. what’s happening to me? Where did everything go?

But I digress from the point.

Since she wasn’t using them before we left and they were just placed on the floor off to the side of her great room bed – and basically forgotten by the both of us – laying in all the clutter of loading clothes, equipment, and supplies for the approaching desert trip departure — AND THAT’S WHAT MADE IT FUNNY!

We both totally forgot about that (what I call a) “talking alien ball” so when I did get tangled in that 550 para cord on the floor – for a second or two – I REALLY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IT WAS! Sure, I quickly recalled the toys Liz was ignoring, but for that short period of time, I TRULY FELT THAT FIGHT- FLIGHT RESPONSE and my response was:

TO GET IT OFF MY FOOT AND AWAY FROM ME AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to explain that little variable to the story – even if too late. Yeah, I know wasted all this explanation that doesn’t really matter in the scheme of things and Liz is impatiently waiting so, sorry. later.

1to attribute human form or personality to things not human