Maya and Leya
A Memory
First thing in the morning, I went outside to tend to the dogs forgetting that as of last night, there no longer were dogs. I spent months saying, "I'm not goin to take care of these dogs if you don't." I spent months taking care of the dogs because you wouldnt, resenting every moment of it, but unwilling to leave beings to suffer. Last night I was relieved as the car drove away with the dogs. Why am I sad today at the sight of the empty kinnel?
The dogs were just one more situation I couldn't save. The fact that saving them was never my job in the first place, was no consolation.



Damn, that hurts.
Reminds me of The Sopranos's ducks and how intrusion becomes absence