A TRIBUTE TO TONY
There have been many political, social and economic events locally, nationally and globally that were worthy this gadfly’s caustic comments but those words would have to wait until I could pay
a simple tribute to my best friend, Tony.
Who would know that one day we would be celebrating the birth of my best friend and two days later he would be running in the house, jumping on top of my wife at dawn and greeting her opening eyes with a smile?
Who would know that the day after he would be spending the rest of his existence in a hospital and who would know that a week after his birthday we would be told that his condition improved and he would be coming home the next day?
Who would know that when the next day came he would be much worse than the day before and who would know that on Friday, February 5th I would have to decide to end his suffering?
Who would know that when my wife visited him for what we thought was his last day with us that he would come to life? He smiled at her and ate from her hand. All he had to do to keep this life was to keep the food down until we saw him the following morning. Who would know that wasn’t going to happen?
Who would know at 1:05pm I would wipe a fresh tear from my eye before it fell with the rest and place it on Tony’s tongue and whisper in his ear that I loved him before I said goodbye to my best friend at 1:06 on February 6th?
Wrapped in the arms of a sunny summer afternoon I felt the harbinger of autumn in the late-August breeze across my flesh as my mind remembered Tony’s face in the front window when I pulled into the driveway and after a short walk for me but a race for him I would open the door where Tony would be waging his stumpy little tail in a genuine display of happiness. No one was always ever that happy to see me.
Summer fades in September and Tony now sits in the window of my mind, runs down the hall, turns the corner in a tail wagging rush waiting for me to walk through the door and into his world where there are no words to express the emptiness in my world since Tony left.
Tony was born in winter on January 28th of 2002. He came to live with us on April 27, 2002 and on February 6th 2010 at 1:06 he left me with memories of unconditional love and genuine happiness - gifts he gave me during his brief visit to be cherished until we meet again.
Who would know that one day we would be celebrating the birth of my best friend and two days later he would be running in the house, jumping on top of my wife at dawn and greeting her opening eyes with a smile?
Who would know that the day after he would be spending the rest of his existence in a hospital and who would know that a week after his birthday we would be told that his condition improved and he would be coming home the next day?
Who would know that when the next day came he would be much worse than the day before and who would know that on Friday, February 5th I would have to decide to end his suffering?
Who would know that when my wife visited him for what we thought was his last day with us that he would come to life? He smiled at her and ate from her hand. All he had to do to keep this life was to keep the food down until we saw him the following morning. Who would know that wasn’t going to happen?
Who would know at 1:05pm I would wipe a fresh tear from my eye before it fell with the rest and place it on Tony’s tongue and whisper in his ear that I loved him before I said goodbye to my best friend at 1:06 on February 6th?
Wrapped in the arms of a sunny summer afternoon I felt the harbinger of autumn in the late-August breeze across my flesh as my mind remembered Tony’s face in the front window when I pulled into the driveway and after a short walk for me but a race for him I would open the door where Tony would be waging his stumpy little tail in a genuine display of happiness. No one was always ever that happy to see me.
Summer fades in September and Tony now sits in the window of my mind, runs down the hall, turns the corner in a tail wagging rush waiting for me to walk through the door and into his world where there are no words to express the emptiness in my world since Tony left.
Tony was born in winter on January 28th of 2002. He came to live with us on April 27, 2002 and on February 6th 2010 at 1:06 he left me with memories of unconditional love and genuine happiness - gifts he gave me during his brief visit to be cherished until we meet again.
posted by Yova @ 12:06 PM
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