Time Well Spent (got jacked up on rage)


This is so sad … ‘We were both tired, and took turns holding the pup against our hearts. They saw this; they knew this. The ward went quiet. We took our time.’ … Amy Hempel, from “A Full-Service Shelter” in “Sing to It: New Stories” …

Live & Learn

They knew us as the ones who checked the day’s euth list for the names of the dogs scheduled to be killed the next morning, who came to take the death-row dogs…for a last long walk, brought them good dinners, cleaned out their kennels, and made their beds with beach towels and bath mats and Scooby-Doo fleece blankets still warm from industrial dryers…They knew us as the ones who worked for free, who felt that an hour stroking a blanket-wrapped dog whose head never left your lap and who was killed the next morning was time well spent…The knew me as one who love in them…the patent need, the clinging, the appetite. They knew me as one who saw their souls in their faces, who had never seen eyes more expressive than theirs in colors of clover honey, root beer, riverbed… We would do anything for them – their heads…

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