Rescued.

Monday February 24, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Good to have you read me again. O/

Hope all is well with you.

On with our show.

“What’s a day like for you, Ghos+? What do you do?”

I write, I right, I wright; I make convenient puns.

There’s the journal, the poems, the stories. We’ll get to the stories soon.

There’s dreams of better days, then taking steps towards them.

There’s Abe.

He’s come a long way since I rescued him from Texas.

He’s calm, friendly, and loves pulling squeakers from the bellies of squeak toys now.

He dances at dinner time.

He barely ate at all the first day and a half after I got him.

He took dog food from my hand when I offered, but the dog bowl stayed full.

The new dog bed stayed empty, passed by for the cold wood floor in a dark corner.

Going on two days with only a few handfuls of food, I picked up his bowl and sat with it in his bed, then called him over.

He ate some, looked around, ate some more, looked around, looked at me and ate.

Ate!

I cried.

Not much for crying, maybe only a handful of times since adulthood.

In his new dog bed, Abe ate and I cried; both for the first time in a very, very long time.

Rescued.

Take care, be good to yourself and a friend, and make a better day.