Saragun Verse: My Friend Isabel

Last week I was forced into the lonesome task of putting down one of my Cats, Izzy. Izzy could not have been younger than seventeen and I imagine she was really eighteen or even older, which made her close to ninety in the human way. Of course I mention that to make myself feel better, like it justifies doing the right thing.

Actually, it was the only thing I could do for my friend. And as I sit here typing this I am being pestered by my other friend Dudley whose age is a firm sixteen years and seven months. In the past I would say something shitty to him and suggest he go fuck with something else (now lacking a someone else), but I’ve become a better person. I’ve often become a better person during my life, but I usually backslide soon enough and return to my usual perdition bound attitude.

I detest sentimentality. Mawkish words are even lower than the celebrity who calls a press conference every time s/he does something halfway decent. Every time we bring a pet into our lives we know how it will end. Yet we do it anyway. That is one of the few truly good qualities found in the human race and it is for the best that we do not analyze it.

For me, the hardest part of life comes when the small good moments have ended. The little things, like a conversation filled with laughter, when everything is at its best and when you feel that you could have died happy. But you go on, back into the dull world of fronting, rude show offs, waiting and pain. Our friends do their best to make that better.

Anyway, this one is for Izzy. Here’s a picture of my blue-eyed friend, from about ten years ago; taken back when she smoked two packs a day. (She tried vaping, but she told me that was to smoking what masturbation is to group sex. Yes, our Isabel was an Earthy soul.)

Leila

4 thoughts on “Saragun Verse: My Friend Isabel”

  1. Dale Barrigar's avatar Dale Barrigar says:

    Leila

    For me all cats are mysteriously beautiful in their way; but this picture shows that Isabel was one of those animals who are especially beautiful. What a great picture of her this is! Her eyes are so startling and alive. This is a brilliant and beautiful photograph for many different reasons. It is an INTENSE, yet quiet, picture. One can really get a true feeling for her personality from this. Cigarettes and books and duct tape and shadows and light and a wild-eyed creature of light, all adds up to more, much more. It is a kind of rarity and perfection.

    And this is a wonderful poetic eulogy for your friend. Such exceptionally good-looking animals as Izzy show that all living things are holy. We live in a shockingly vast gigantic universe and know of one place where things are alive. That makes them holy. It also makes me think that living things were MADE (by Someone); they didn’t happen accidentally, although the creative process might have started as an accident and there are accidental aspects to it as in all creation. At some point, God started letting us create along with him so we could be ourselves.

    As everyone knows, the connection between true friends does not end when one of them goes away. That is called “MEMORY,” and it is also holy. John Keats called it “the holiness of the heart’s affections.” But first there is the pain. And it fades, but never really goes away, at least not here.

    Thank you for sharing these things with the world!

    Dale

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    • Thank you Dale

      Oh she was a pretty one. I do not understand why she was turned out. Maybe because she shed something like a Husky, which of course you know about.

      Some people are just jerks. Anyway I just got back with her urn. I figure she would want that. Anyway, it is always good to look out for your friends. And with your three it is obvious you understand.

      Thank again!

      Leila

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