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Sparkling Eyes

I had three dogs in my life during the past couple of years. Until today.

I love dogs. Tippy. Ember. Barnabas. Charley. All have come and gone through the years.

When I moved to New York, I traveled too much to have a dog of my own. Through the years, I have become attached to the dogs of others.

Three dogs.

Henrik belongs to my son Sean and lives in Chelsea. I see him now and then. I get to walk him. I stayed with him one long weekend when Sean was in London.

Bentley lives in Maryland with my son Eric and daughter-in-law Essie. I don’t see him as often as I would like. The last time was last fall.

Boxster. A pug, Boxster belonged to my friends Nicole and Desi. He lived in the same apartment complex as I do.Of the three dogs, I met Boxster first. Nicole is a massage therapist, trainer, and nutritionist. I went to her apartment for my first massage. Boxster greeted me as I came in. I got on the table, put my face in the face cradle. I heard something moving on the floor. When I opened my eyes, there stood Boxster, his sparkling eyes looking up at mine.

Nicole freaked, just a little bit. She apologized and told Boxster to leave. I reached around the face cradle and scratched him under his chin.

We became friends at that moment.

The friendship spanned a number of years. In his younger years, Boxster would recognize the sound of the elevator and be standing at the door when I knocked, eyes sparkling.

As he aged, Boxster celebrated his 16th birthday this year, he did not get around as nimbly. But whenever I came by, he would get up to see me, his eyes sparkled, and he would have me have me pet and scratch him. Except his butt. I have standards.

When I ran my first 5K, Sean ran with me and Nicole, Desi, and Boxster, his eyes sparkling, greeted us at the finish line.

He had a wonderful celebration of his 15th birthday. I was delighted to be there with family, neighbors, and friends and Boxster T. Man with sparkling eyes. He patiently allowed himself to be dressed for his birthday just as he had allowed himself to be dressed for Halloweens and the Pride Parade.

Over the last year or so, I became one of Boxster’s substitute walkers. Some days he did better than others. Always, his eyes sparkled.

Today at 1:47 PM, my phone rang. It was Nicole. I assumed she was calling to set up a time to go to the gym in our apartment complex.

When she started to speak, I knew it was not about the gym. Before she could tell me, I knew it was about Boxster.

Boxster had visited the vet. And the vet had said it was time. Nicole and Desi were bringing him back for one last visit at home. They put me on speaker phone and I spoke to Boxster. My voice cracked a couple times as I did.

IMG-2262Then Nicole offered me the most incredible gift. She asked if I would like to meet them in the parking lot as they went back to their apartment. Of course, I said yes.

We talked. We cried. I held Boxster. I scratched him under his chin one last time. At one point we made eye contact and those brown eyes sparkled up at me.

A couple hours later, a couple hours ago, Boxster crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. There Tippy, Ember,  Barnabas, Charley, and all the pets that people loved met Boxster, welcomed him, loved him. And there Boxster waits, with sparkling eyes, for Nicole and Desi.

You are loved, Boxster. You will never be forgotten.

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22 November 2019

Treadmill. Strength work. Stretching. Blink Gym.
Walking (slow and short) with Boxster. Morningside Gardens.

Abraham, Martin, and John – Dion
Voice Inside My Head – Dixie Chicks
Cut By Wire – Mary Black
Land of Lola – Kinky Boots
Walking Song – Arlo Guthrie
Each Day Gets Better – John Legend
49 Bye-Byes – Crosby, Stills & Nash
To Life – Fiddler on the Roof
Real Emotions – Los Lonely Boys
Freedom – Fleetwood Mac
I Want You – Marvin Gaye
L’ile Maurice – Triton
#9 Dream – R.E.M.
Ashes – Ben Harper
Don’t Play That Song – Aretha Franklin

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21 November 2019

Walking. One short walk with Boxster. Morningside Gardens
I Wonder What Happened to Him – Noel Coward
Walk on the Wild Side – Lou Reed
Cameron – Jillette Johnson
We’re the Cool Kids – Ryan Cassata
Rebel Rebel – David Bowie
Transgender Dysphoria Blues – Against Me!
Drone Bomb Me – ANHONI
I Am Her – Shea Diamond
Candy Says – The Velvet Underground
iT – Christine and the Queens
A Girl Called Johnny – The Waterboys
Warrior Heart – Shawnee
Dark Passenger – The Cliks
In the Spirit of Crazy Horse – Thunder Bird Sisters
Trail of Freedom – Bill Miller
Ancestor Song – Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble
Alcatraz – Malvina Reynolds
Graffiti Man – John Trudell & Jesse Ed Davis
This playlist was originally intended for November 20.

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19 November 2019

Walking. Morningside Gardens.
Walking with Boxster. Morningside Gardens.
Joe Hill – Joan Baez
The Tramp – John McCutcheon
Where the Fraser River Flows – John McCutcheon
Mr. Block – John McCutcheon
Joe Hill’s Ashes – Mark Levy
Casey Jones – John McCutcheon
It’s a Long Way to the Soup Line – John McCutcheon
Joe Hill’s Last Will – John McCutcheon
What We Want – John McCutcheon
The Preacher and the Slave – John McCutcheon
Overalls & Snuff – John McCutcheon
Paper Heart – Si Kahn
The Wooden Shoe – John McCutcheon
The Rebel Girl – John McCutcheon
We Will Sing One Song – Joe Glazer
Stung Right – John McCutcheon
There Is Power in a Union – John McCutcheon
Joe Hill – Paul Robeson

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The Until We Meet Again Tour – 21 August 2016, part 2

As noted in the previous post, the highlight of the Until We Meet Again Tour was brunch at Community Food and Juice with my dear friends Nicole Kung and Desi Aldorando. I should point out that my dear friend Boxster joined us.

Boxster and I met during my first massage treatment from NK Body Philosophy. Boxster, or Mr. B. as I sometimes call him, sat under the table. We have been friends ever since.

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The photo is by Nikki Kung, Boxster’s mom.

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