
“Eyes In The Sky”


Being able to care for loved ones is essential.

Tectonic plates colliding and sliding make it hard to feel stabilized.
There is a rightness to tending to that which needs care.

So after shaken, drink the entire contents within a certain short time period. When does one refrigerate? Immediately upon opening? Before drinking? Between sips? After the bottle is empty?
The name of the game.
Our tiger is back at the specialists.
Is anything sustainable?
Or at best, can we only achieve diminished losses?
It is a terrible waste to have to consider “end of life” when the spirit’s spark still burns so bright and limited funds are the knife’s deciding factor.
If money were abundant, I could get my tiger a pacemaker and my wolf cataract surgery.
I could do procedures to address my silver queen’s liver cancer.
I could get new hind knees for our fawn feline ranger and rehabilitation for our young hound’s hip dyslasia.
Even as night diminished all traces of hope, she sought in the gloaming signs of guidance.
Sometimes, it is necessary to choose the solitary path.
Being unable to adapt and run is being interpreted as lazy, avoidant, and unwillng.
How unfair after such valiant, determinedly unwavering struggles to overcome – having made it to higher ground, only to be wounded!
Grief at the loss of ready adaptation and being able to lead the pace for one’s pups – at the same time of their natural differentiating.
I had looked forward to keeping pace with them.
Howl.
Keeping promises as best possible.
It is expensive ensuring health care for pets, just as it is for humans.
Today will be the first day that I begin trying to function without the hip brace that gave a base of support for my injured spine.
How much fluid they siphoned from our tiger’s chest.
Finding answers and putting things to right.
Can alleviate suffering and nourish growth.
Our tiger is getting fluid removed from his chest – the biggest risk being sedation.
Or generous?
I have done it – carried us far, giving time for elements’ growth and rearranging.
With division of household as youngest “graduates,” our wolf will be returning to the human she has always loved the most.
A man and his wolf – as “God” intended from the beginning of time, itself.

Everything is too much to handle right now.
My situation has so many interwoven and expansive complexities.
I do not know why, but it comforts me to know that you are out there, somewhere.
They said that I would not amount to much.
But then I did – even if now it’s as if I didn’t.
As one person’s cycle is ending, another’s is just beginning.
Sometimes, if one treads delicately,
She can be spotted at a safe distance
Playing among flowers and butterflies.
I have been honest
Examining myself
As find I’m still
Other worldly.
I shall become one as
Twigs, dirt, and leaves
Weave into furred coat to
Camouflage a heart’s ache.
It was hard enough to
Find space two carried:
The odds increase with
Only one to hunt/forage.
Constructs tumble
And gails prevail
Once torn aside
Illusion’s veil.
The best collaborator who
Dared to believe in me and
Having followed now surpasses
To mastering their own destiny.
Does time thus only tease to
Snatch back promises given?
There there sweet mother
Curled inward by injuries
Whilst silent tears streaming
Tell fate of a soul abandoned –
Weary mind, body, and spirit
Which have led family farther
Than could ever have traveled
Without your wisdom’s instinct.
Howling to the moon only begets more howling, when the young have left for new grounds.
When one leaves one realm and enters into another, there is uncertainty as to which prey to pursue.