I was going to write this whole thing about how, when I was
very little, I had a book whose cover featured a beagle with a butterfly on its nose, and from that moment on, my heart was on fire. I so desperately wanted a
beagle! Of course, you know I eventually got one.* Life dream realized! The apple
of my eye! Littlest Love, Littlest Only in Stature!
But when she died earlier this month, the morning after my father died – on opposite sides of the country, how cruel! – and when I got back the viewing window had fallen out the Ducati's front master cylinder (really!) – again, how cruel! Well, the whole point of the thing was to be that soon thereafter, this butterfly (Yes! A butterfly! Just like the book!) came into my life, by way of a newly acquired milkweed plant – how strange! At least it will be a butterfly soon, I’m told, and it lives here with me now, and I’m waiting, waiting, waiting for it to happen.
But when she died earlier this month, the morning after my father died – on opposite sides of the country, how cruel! – and when I got back the viewing window had fallen out the Ducati's front master cylinder (really!) – again, how cruel! Well, the whole point of the thing was to be that soon thereafter, this butterfly (Yes! A butterfly! Just like the book!) came into my life, by way of a newly acquired milkweed plant – how strange! At least it will be a butterfly soon, I’m told, and it lives here with me now, and I’m waiting, waiting, waiting for it to happen.
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| Queen Butterfly larva (Danaus gilippus), currently in my safekeeping. |
Yes, I was going to write a whole long thing about it all,
but I can’t. I just can’t. What if it dies?
The Beagle Entries:
You met her here.
You saw her briefly here.
I worried and worried about her here.
Beagle in recovery here.
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