Losing Moon - An Anecdote

(Losing Moon – an anecdote Draft copy) It was a blustery November day. I parked the car in front of the garage and began retrieving items that needed to go into the house. I opened the car door expecting Moon to be sticking her nose into the car with her low woofs greeting me. No wet nose accosted me as I swung my legs out the door. I figured she was snuggled up in her kennel given that the wind was picking up and the ground was already lightly covered with a dusting of snow. With arms laden and my keys jingling in my hand, I navigated my way to the front door. Flipping on the side light that shines toward her kennel, I ventured back outside for the rest of the groceries poking my head into her kennel intent on coaxing her out to say hello. There was no response to my call and when I looked closer, there was no sign of her in the structure. Strange but maybe she was out on one of her little “tours of duty” around the farm so I carried on unloading the car, unpacking and organizing the items on the pantry shelf before turning my thoughts to making dinner. With dinner on the stove, I had just enough daylight left to go for my nightly walk while it simmered. I shrugged into my coat and grabbed my gloves, calling Moon as I closed the door when I remembered that I still hadn’t seen her yet. My heart gave a little lurch and the questions rose in my head. Where was she? Did my husband have her with him? Did someone leave her in the tractor again? Was she down “visiting” at Terry’s place? I called. I whistled and called again. Nothing. My mind begins to race along with my pulse. Where is she then? My thoughts start turning toward the possibilities… No! She is fine I tell myself. Still, glancing out at the blowing snow and daylight fading quickly, I think I better go check out the tractor and take a look around. The wind caught my coat before I have a chance to zip it up and I realize that this is the beginning of the change of fall into winter. Moon, I call, come on girl. Walking toward the feedlot I call and call her. She must be in the tractor I think and my anger flares as I think about who left her in there this time. My breath comes faster and my pace quickens as my annoyance at having to rescue you her because someone forgot about her. I tuck my head down as I move against the wind, making my way to the door of the tractor. I don’t even really look as I open the door to the tractor, just say” come on let’s go home” But when the black and white shape doesn’t appear, I stare into the cab. No dog. Now my heart pounds , my head begins to ache and I feel breathless as fear and panic start to rise. I begin to call her loudly now and take out my cell phone to call my husband to see if he knows where she is. He hadn’t seen her since lunch. It’s getting dark fast and the snow is coming more steadily. Stop, I tell myself. Think. I can cover more ground if I drive around so I jump in the car calling her from the window and shining my lights into the field. I stop and turn off the engine. I think I hear a whimpering. I call her again and then I see a shape dusted by snow. Is that her? Why is she just laying there. I hear it again. A soft , high whine. She’s here! I call my husband for help. My face is wet as we load her into the hatchback. She lays very still and I only know she is still alive by her shallow breathing. I am talking to her softly, stroking her and telling her she is okay now all the while brushing the snow off her coat. We bring her onto the porch, and lay her out on the blanket someone brings up from the basement. She flinches as we set her down. I am having an internal conversation at the same time I am speaking to her in soothing tones. Inside: She will be okay. Out loud “It’s all right, girl.” Let’s get her by the fire! It’s okay now. You are home. I kick into “we can fix this mode”, willing her to live. She lays very still and then finally takes a breath again. I realize I have been holding my breather along with her. I take deep breaths. “ Come on, come on” you aren’t ready for this or is it me who isn’t ready for her to leave? Inside I am thinking who will walk with me? My companion who is also my sounding board, who listens to me debrief my day expressing my frustrations and pleasures of the day. My chest feels heavy and yet I am strangely energized, feeling the need to stay busy. I check her every few minutes. We finally sit down to dinner and the talk is of Moon and what we should do next. After the plates are cleared and I return to see her, there is no sound. There is no movement. A sob escapes as her names rises on my lips and the tears come. I go to her. My hands tremble as I stroke her and talk to her and tell it is over now. I see her as a puppy running around and around. I see her chasing the stick until I am too tired to throw it anymore and she is still staring at it for more! I see her with perk ears watching the grass intently for a mouse. I see her nipping at the cows heals as she brings them to the gate. I see her on my son’s lap when he was nine. And suddenly I am tired and feeling leaden. I wipe the tears and sigh, as the loss begins to sink in. I will miss her.