silversolitaire: (sad)
silversolitaire ([personal profile] silversolitaire) wrote2003-10-04 01:14 pm

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This... was odd...

I was sitting at the dining room table, looking at some books. Sherlock came in and began rubbing his mouth against my naked toes and that made me giggle. He wandered off, but I slid to the floor and played with his scratching plate, hoping that would attract him. It didn't, so I acted like a cat and rolled around on the floor (I know, I'm silly). As I was lying there I looked under the dining table. As crazy as it may sound, it must have been the first time for five years that I've done this, because I noticed hair there. Two tufts, one black, one white. And I realized in an instant that this was Tracey's hair. My old dog, my beloved dog, my dog whose pictures I still can't stand looking at... I... I can't believe it that something so tangible of hers is still here. I could touch it... now. But... I didn't. I couldn't bare the idea. I... just couldn't. And as I was still lying there on my back I felt tears well up in my eyes and I just cried... It was really strange...

[identity profile] meadowgirl.livejournal.com 2003-10-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs* aw honey i'm sorry...

[identity profile] kribban.livejournal.com 2003-10-04 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs* that's quite remarkable. you should be happy in a way, that some trace of her is still there. almost like she's left a present behind. i hope you extraced the hair and saved it in a plastic bag. I'm sorry you're said but you should be happy you're able to feel. *hugs*