Comments on: About a dog

by: Mother

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 20:57:52 +0000

On September 11, 2001, Dad and I were with Sarah in Hyde Park, N.Y. When we heard what had happened–at the point the first tower was down–our first thoughts were of you. “Were you at school or were you working for the school that morning in some other part of the city?” Close upon the heels of those thoughts came this, “Could that other part of the city be lower Manhattan?” We were so relieved to hear your voice on Sarah’s answering machine and to learn that you were at school. While you had been speaking to her answering machine, the second tower fell. You spoke of that in your message.
It trouble me then and continues to haunt me that my thoughts on that day were focused only on you and your safety until I heard your voice and knew where you were. Only then could I grieve for those who were dead. I think that’s probably a very human reaction, but perhaps the kind of reaction that by extension puts us into the THEM vs. US mode.
There are no thoughts of that day that comfort me. But I am glad that Shelley came into the extended family to be my “granddog!”

by: Michelle

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 14:13:08 +0000

beautiful, just beautiful and such a sweet dog!

by: Donna

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 23:57:28 +0000

Isn’t it amazing how these furry people come into our lives when we need them the most? Even more amazing is how we become connected to them and they to us … to me it’s a bit of a miracle.
Thank you for your 9/11 thoughts … I had such a hard day on Monday, too & I just couldn’t shake that old anger bubbling to the surface (and I fed the darn thing, too by watching “The Path to 9/11″ - I must be nuts). I kept trying to remind myself how grateful I should be & thinking how fortunate we were to be here & not there but it hasn’t been easy. This helped. Thank you…and thank Shelly.

by: Laura

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 23:14:51 +0000

what a wonderful post! thanks for that … it’s nice to know something good came out of that terrible day, which really to me was the point at which everything started going to hell in a handbasket. well. maybe it was the previous november and december, but i guess i shouldn’t get political.

by: Bobbie

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 20:57:01 +0000

You brought tears to my eyes. I have a dog that helped my husband and I through kids growing up and moving out, knowing we won’t have grandchildren, 9/11, and all the other bad things that happen in life. Crap, now I’m really crying. I think I’ll go have a bloody mary and toast my dog, Andy, and your Shelly.

by: Ida

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 20:30:24 +0000

I too am in tears after reading ‘About a dog’. You and Shelley are both very lucky to have each other (even with occasional skunk aroma). (Did you lay in a supply of tomato juice ‘just in case’?)

by: lorinda

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 17:39:53 +0000

Beautiful my dear. Bless the beasts and the children. You have me crying; give Shelley a pat from me and tell her thank you.