What is a flower with a loud brain supposed to do with a long, lonely, summer and a dying other?
A bouquet of flowers my mother brought home from an engagement party last night seems to be the only thing I can keep my eyes on right now. I’ve been staring at them since last night, after crying about my dog for the first time. Titus is old and angry. I’ve been preparing for his death for 3 years now. My mother wants God to take the wheel on this one and have him take Titus when he wants to. For a dog that has been having seizures for years, I realize that I’ve never actually seen it happen. So when he had one last night, with my mother 30 minutes away, I was so sure God was saying it was his time. I don’t think I’ve ever argued with God until then. It wouldn’t have been fair to have Titus pass without my mother home. There were some points this summer that made it feel like the only thing me and my mother had in common was our concern for Titus. Granted, most of it came from her waking me up before leaving for work with a “you need to make sure you keep an eye on Titus...
