deer
My hands smell like deer. It's a gamey smell—wilder than horse but tamer than buffalo.I was thinking about deer today after having pulled out last year's Christmas card, a Hipstamatic…
flotsam and jett-some
It's probably normal for people to give their pets nicknames in ways they wouldn't think to name their friends1—unless they're the guy making the copies. Marty's and my first dog,…
rest her soul
For a little while yesterday, her body was shaped like a crescent in her bed beside the desk. I would stop my work and look at her and hold completely…
to sleep, perchance to dream
I haven’t slept in six months. If there wasn’t a dog beside my bed, snoring through thickened airways or panting heavily with pain or wandering the hallway, clunking the water…
the queen of denial, part two
In the summer, we thought it might be time. Cleo was sleeping 23 hours a day, snoring loudly because of a thickening in her throat. She was suffering from arthritis,…
queen of denial
I’m about to lose another pet—my fifth as an adult. Their pictures, two cats and two dogs, sit together on the fireplace mantel; the shot of Cleopatra sits at the…