1982, Jack in the snow. And who was that devilishly handsome young man?
Yesterday, Wolfgang in the snow. Alas, the devilishly handsome young man is no more.
Jack was a special dog, who occupies a special place in my memory. I was sad when Little One-Eyed Dog died, but not like when Jack did. That broke me up in a way, broke up so that it took twenty years to get another German Shepherd. Jack and I shared a bond not often seen: he wasn't so much my dog, he was in a sense my four legged soul mate. Wolfgang is not like that, which is a good thing. It wouldn't be fair to expect him to be Jack, and I've found to my surprise that I don't expect him to be.
Alike, and yet not alike.
Today, it would have been nice to have Jack back, just for a short while. But I wonder if Jack would have expected that devilishly handsome young man instead of me. We're different, that youngster and me.
Like, and yet not alike. In ways generally not agreeable to dwell upon.
Thanks to everyone who left a comment, to the ones who emailed, and even phoned (!). Nobody's going into the ground, and so I don't need your shovels. It's very nice indeed to have a group of friends like this, even if we are scattered to the four winds. The wonder that is the Internet has made this possible, and the next time Mr. Gore is in town (he must have just been here for the snowstorm), I shall thank him for his most excellent Information Superhighway.
Would have been nice to have seen Jack today, though. Some connections are not easy to replace.