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Thursday, January 08, 2004 This evening, I had dinner with my great-aunt. I heard our waitress talking about her dog to a regular customer saying something like, "Yeah, I took my dog with me, I just can't live without her." During dinner, I realized that I had never told my great-aunt about Cookie -- someone I too thought I couldn't live without. Somehow, I just couldn't find the words to talk about it. I hoped that maybe my mom had told her and my aunt figured not to bring it up. On the drive home from dinner though, she said, "Oh, I heard you lost your pet." My stomach dropped and did again when she asked why I hadn't told her. "I thought my mom told you," I said to her. Actually, I did think this, but apparently my cousin had mentioned it to her. I began to tell her the story of Cookie's death. Driving down the tree lined street full of expensive houses this winter night, all I could think of was telling the story as it happened and not to think about how it made me feel. I couldn't exactly let the conversation about Cookie go and not elaborate. Everytime we had dinner, I would always tell my great-aunt some funny story about Cookie or what she was/wasn't up to. By the end of the story though, I felt myself choking back the tears, so much so that anyone hearing the story wouldn't know I even cared. My story was very factual, very brief. But I think maybe she knew what I was doing. She told me everytime my 2nd cousin talked about his dog Smokey dying, he too would get pretty choked up. I told her this was the first time I had told the story out loud without crying. posted by lisa | linkorama | |
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