Thursday, April 22, 2010
Inspired by Templeton
Montague, 7 months old, Summer 2009
Thoughts are with friend Summer is Verb this day and night...prompting reflections on our own four-footed family.
I was a cat and dog Mommy long before being a Mommy to my children. I do think it was important to have done it that way.
Friends who had children after pets often said, "Wait till you have kids. Your pets will become just...pets." Boy were they wrong.
Lilly, 8 weeks old, Summer 2009
Jack, 14 years old, Summer 2009
Jessie, 9 years old, April 2010
George, 1995-2009, 14 years old, Summer 2009
Our dear Jack, our remaining whippet, is hanging on for dear life...with many frailties that break the heart at the same time they inspire admiration in his owners. We see through him and Jessie the ageing process, as we see the jubliance of lives just beginning with Lilly and Montague.
They are all precious. A cruel joke that their life spans are not equal to ours.
Actor and author Rupert Everett, in his witty and warm memoir Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins, relates the passing of his beloved black lab Mo. In eloquent words he describes the arc of the dog owner's relationship with his charge, lamenting the fact that when the pet is but a puppy, the owner is the "father" with his silly child. As the dog matures, the relationship transitions to one of brother and contemporary. Lastly, and all too soon, the dog is an old man, looking askance at his owner's goofy entreaties to "come on, now...you can do it!" In the end, the owner is the child, with the dog as the wizened and wiser oldster. With Jack, we are there now. And sometime soon...
To Templeton, God Bless.
To Alice...what a loving mommy.
- Anne Lake
- Living well is the best revenge...and a choice we make every day. Join me as I celebrate the bounty of beauty in all its forms: fashion, homestyle, accessories and everyday richness...as I juggle the roles of Mommy, wife, daughter, dog mommy, creative director, Zumba instructor, volunteer...all with more than a passing glance backward to an old-school, classic time when style was a way of life