dear lady #2

dear lady

why don't i just continue writing you as long as i can? first i had the macabre dream about your death. the next nite i also dreamed you died, but in a nicer way, on a beach. i had been collecting seashells. it was sort of a contest organized by some resort or something. here on the west coast. 'who can find the smallest seashell?' an older couple were near me, and they had collected a whole pile.

the interesting thing though, was that the seashells were more like polished ceramic coasters, square with rounded corners, and they had pictures of seashells imprinted on them. they were delicate and pretty. even though i couldn't find the smallest one, i thought 'hey, it was worth looking here, because these other ones are so pretty and i want to take them home with me.'

then you came up to me, walking slowly, padding over the sharp shells and stones. i hugged you and you relaxed. i held you and you decided the time was right, so you took a deep breath and died.

i suppose if there was a way for you to die that was better than at the vets, that would be it. it was a nice dream.

then on the 3rd nite, last nite, i dreamt that mom wreaked havoc and embarassed me in front of my clients but that's kind of irrelevant. but also nice that i didn't dream about your death for a 3rd nite.

i miss you doggy. woof!