Sadie Mae
1994ish - October 12, 2009
I don't know how to write about this.

It is humbling, and not a little heartbreaking, to be loved the way Sadie loved me. I rarely lived up to it; I'm not sure that it's possible for a person, greedy and scattered with a brainpan full of human stuff, to ever live up to that kind of devotion. But I don't think she noticed much, or cared, about all the ways in which I failed.

I don't think I will ever know if I did the right thing, in the end.

The Name of The Air

It could be like that then the beloved
old dog finding it harder and harder
to breathe and understanding but coming
to ask whether there is something that can
be done about it coming again to
ask and then standing there without asking

— W.S. Merwin