Our dear friend BB's tiny chihuahua was snatched and killed by a coyote in her California backyard last night just as she let him out for his bedtime walk. We grieve with her, knowing too well the heartbreaking pain of this terrible loss.
The First Time Percy Came Back
by Mary Oliver
The first time Percy came back
he was not sailing on a cloud.
He was loping along the sand as though
he had come a great way.
"Percy," I cried out, and reached to him—
those white curls—
but he was unreachable. As music
is present yet you can't touch it.
"Yes, it's all different," he said.
"You're going to be very surprised."
But I wasn't thinking of that. I only
wanted to hold him. "Listen," he said,
"I miss that too.
And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true,
but they'll be real."
And then, as he used to, he said, "Let's go!"
And we walked down the beach together.
For the Record,
This day came in with increasing clouds. Snow or freezing rain is in the forecast.
All hands shocked and heartbroken.