This week we said goodbye to our old lady, our dog, Leila. She always had attitude, took every opportunity to be a rebel. If she wasn’t a dog, she would have been a brash, no nonsense woman who drank red wine and smoked cigarettes while giving you her many critiques on things you didn’t ask about. I know this because she lapped up spilled red wine and had a penchant for cigarette butts. And let me tell you, she let you know exactly what she thought about everything.
Animals are such a gift and I am grateful to have had such a badass one as my furry companion for the last 18yrs.
In workshop some weeks ago we wrote about “A Ritual Gone Wrong” and I thought it might be fitting here.
With so much love, goodbye you tiny little diva. ❤🍷🚬
“Technically this is illegal you know. Throwing ashes off the pier.”
“It’ll only take a minute, come on!”
I begrudgingly grabbed the Trader Joe’s bag and got out of the car. Flowers, a fig, her favorite fruit, and a jar with all that was left of her inside.
“Isn’t it beautiful? Perfect timing, look at that sunset.”
“People are looking at us.”
“Stop worrying, it’s fine.”
We reached the end of the pier or as far as we could get. A large fence cut off the path. DUE TO CONSTRUCTION THIS AREA WILL BE RESTRICTED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else.”
“No, no, this is fine. This was her favorite spot. Give me the bag.”
She handed me a couple of flowers and took a couple for herself.
“We love you and we miss you.”
She throws her flowers in the water.
I throw my flowers over the edge and quickly glance around for witnesses.
“Okay, throw in the ashes and let’s go.”
“Wait, I want to throw in the fig.”
She grabs the fig and tosses it over. Now the reason we came. The jar.
“Do you want to do it together?”
“No, you go ahead”
She holds the jar for what seems like forever. Tearing up, she dumps it all. The wind takes a lot of it, but the rest gets carried out to sea.
“Goodbye, you’re always in our hearts”
As we grab the Trader Joe’s bag and start to leave, a huge flock of pigeons fly over the fence and I get a special offering of my own, right on my head.
“That’s definitely from her! Stop worrying so much!”
I got the message loud and clear.