I had the opportunity to interview Dave Rosner tonight. He’s a fascinating guy with a lot of depth, a great story and he’s seriously funny. If you don’t know who Dave is, go here. He’s a comedian, a Marine, an observant Jew, a Conservative, a whole bundle of contradictions and he’s just great to talk to. It’s such a pain to have to write 400 words about someone for whom the 400 words encompasses only a fraction of the story.
It’s been a rough couple of days as I have been dealing with Scoop the Wonderdog’s inevitable slide. He’s gotten worse, but he is not yet at the end. It’s coming, of course, but to put him down right now is to put down a dog who, while his life has changed, is not yet suffering so badly that it warrants euthanasia. We’re close to that–closer even than we were two weeks ago. But we’re not there yet. If I had to put a time on it, I would say that he won’t see Christmas, but I don’t know.
I also vacillate between feeling utter grief and sadness, so much so that it’s nearly uncontrollable, and being at peace with it. It’s not enough just to grieve Scoop for me. I’ve been spending a good deal of time with him, just talking to him and petting him. He seems to appreciate that. He seems to know–if nothing else, he knows he doesn’t feel like himself anymore. He wonders why, but accepts it as whatever it is to a dog, aging, sickness, both. What do you do when you’re about to lose your friend and family member and there’s nothing you can do to stop it?
No, it really isn’t like losing a person–not at all. But it is a grief, a hole in my life that will always leave a small scar. Scoop will be succeeded by another dog, no question. And the new dog may be spectacular. But he won’t be Scoop.
And as Forrest Gump said, “that’s all I have to say about that…”
Went out to one of the several new restaurants in town this evening called ‘Lure.” It’s a fish place and it really is quite good. It wasn’t terribly expensive and the fish was fresh and tasty. We were there with our friends the Davises and they too enjoyed the meal. It’s nice to go out in the middle of the week with people you know. It’s good to have adult conversation and good food. Does that go without saying?
I ate Scottish salmon prepared simply on the grill with lemon and butter. It came with veggies and a Caesar salad. All was fresh and delicious, the salmon cooked so perfectly, I can only remember one other cooked so well and that was on our honeymoon in Alaska in 1994. We got to go to a salmon cookout with an open alderwood grill and the fish had been caught that day. Wow, was that good. And yes, this rivaled, though did not match that.
I won’t write about my latest focus much–that focus is watching as Europe goes hell bent for cataclysm with the collapse of the Euro-economy and who knows where the next fight will be? One is coming, though. It’s in the air.
Well, gentles, it’s off to other deadlines and writings. I bid you all a good evening and wish you a long winter’s nap.