You can break lies, and trees. Branches.
You can literally grab me by the cage and shake it with all your might.
This one stranger grazes into my life and tells me everything is worthwhile, someone that has been battling this - Finally coming out the other side.. after ten years of suffering. And suffering doesn't come close to the fight you read about, that you kind of wish you knew the feeling of.
I will be assesed at the In Patient Clinic next Tuesday. Or as i keep reminding myself, Christmas Eve Eve. S asked me how i feel about this. And i had no words. For the first time in my life, i could not think of anything worth saying. Or Xia couldn't.
For blind faith, we were driving home from the Doctors today. Mum usually takes me, every other Wednesday. But the time had shifted so Dad came in with me. My heart rate is still at 41 BPM. This is the critical part of my condition. At any point i could go into Cardiac Arrest. And it still pushes me beyond sweat.
Five sets of break lights slam infront of us as we see a bright auburn Heeler with the head of a Staffy joyfully sprinting up the Bellarine Highway near that side road Fruit Shack that was recently taken over by new Management. Without two seconds to spare Dad pulled over and whisteled the mutt to the car. As i got out the bag of bones came running towards me, tongue out one side. Straight in the back of the car, and not a second too soon for Dad. [The same man who saves Seagulls. Drags Roo's off abandonded bush roads and checks for Joeys no matter how decomposed the poor thing may be.]
My heart broke seeing him in the light. I could count his ribs.
"I can count yours, and you're wearing clothes."
Mum, you can't slightly tell his breed because his head is so disproportioned from his ribcages to his tail.
Holding him on the way home, this stray .. this mutant looking hound.. each corner we turned was an actual clanking of our bones. At one stage i was almost in tears because this barely 8kg dog was crushing my thighs with it's remaining leg bones.
It ate like it hadn't seen meat before.
And finally looks like it has comfort... on a dirty ol' garage floor covered in pillows and sheets to keep it from freezing.. he looks like a prince in there.
The comparison to this story is heartbreakingly real. And metres away this stunning mutt is hopefully back to dreaming of chasing the rabbits it was sharing the gutter fields with.
I wouldn't be surprise if we have another McManus to feed from now on.
To Dolly - Nourishment, that's all i care about for you. Porridge? Christmas Eve Morning? You pick the time. I'll take photos for proof.. i expect the same.
To Mashed - I got a ticket to anywhere. Love you poppet.
- For the coming year
- Don't look back in anger
- Dad - Air Conditioning - Eating Disorder = Mess.
- Deed Arm, Boxing Day
- 1254 CHRISTMAS MORNING
- I can see a better time..
- Eves of Christmas II
- For Melynda.
- Sterling is home.
- Nothings gonna change
- I made no bakes !
- Vanilla Bebe
- Meet Duke, Duke Meet World
- "if you don't take advantage of the different thin...
- Crawling on your knees towards me
- The Usuals.
- Tales of a Mad Dame I
- ▼ December (17)