Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
the wildlife in the apartment isn’t quite the same as in the woods upstate, but it also doesn’t move around when you’re trying photograph it.
“True humility is contentment.”
~ Henri Frederic Amiel
it was 13 years ago today that ivan said goodbye to his friends at the humane society on 59th st. and headed 4 blocks south for his new home at 340 e. 55th street. he was wearing a little yellow rain coat that the staff gave to him as a farewell gift. i remember our walk down second avenue like it was yesterday. while holding his leash in my right hand, bursting full of puppiness, ivan sped down the avenue while i tried to keep up, schlepping his crate stuffed full of his belongings in my left hand. the entire way home i kept thinking ”wow, you’re mine. you’re going to live with me. i have a dog. you’re mine.”
funny how i thought he belonged to me. it didn’t take long for me to realize that he didn’t belong to me at all, but i belonged to him. he stole my heart and now owns it completely.
he was the cutest thing i ever saw.
and he still is! happy day boo!
“Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.”
- Helen Keller
i know they are doing the best they can.
they are probably over worked and under staffed.
their work environment is crowded, loud and stinks like dog pee - so instead of ranting, getting over emotional, screaming at the top of my lungs and possibly hurting someone, i will simply state the facts.
ivan has cushings disease. in april the vet said he could wait until symptoms worsened before having to go on meds.
symptoms: panting, excessive hunger, excessive thirst, excessive peeing, among other things.
by excessive, i mean he needed to pee a river every two hours – until it became every hour and 15 minutes – or less.
monday: ivan gets blood test at humane society. he is there from 8:30 am until 6:00 pm.
i am told results may be in on tuesday, if not, call on wednesday. i am rationing ivan’s water and he is panting a lot.
tuesday: ivan peed in the lobby on his way to get out the front door as fast as he could.
wednesday: after calling 3x and being put on hold for so long i had to hang up due to fear of going over my allotted at&t minutes for the month, i finally waited it out and around 5:00 pm i got through. i left a message for the doctor. he did not return my call. ivan peed in the elevator just 1.5 hours after he had last been out.
thursday: called 8 times during the day and got a busy signal each time. ivan peed in the kitchen 1 hour after we had been out. it is his very first ”accident” since i got him in 1999. i am no longer giving him water, only ice cubes. he goes to his water bowl every 15 minutes or so to check the water status. ivan woke me at 4:00 am to take him out.
friday: i called at 9:30 am and the line was busy. i decided to walk to the humane society and wait for the doctor in person. after waiting over an hour, i had to rush back home to let ivan out. i did not see the doctor but felt confident that the receptionist would not forget to tell him i had been there looking for meds. ivan peed on the carpet in the hallway while waiting for the elevator.
saturday: i was put on hold 4x by the
inept humane society receptionist and hung up each time after five minutes. at 3:30 I called back and held for 19 minutes and 50 seconds before the receptionist answered.
receptionist: ”thank you for holding, how may i help you?”
me: ”this is my 18th time trying to get through to doctor rubenstein, who promised to have test results for me on wednesday, and i’ve just been on hold for 19 minutes and 50 seconds!”
receptionist: ”that’s actually not bad, our average hold time is over 30 minutes! and dr. rubinstein doesn’t work weekends.”
it has been challenging to remain zen in the city . . .
Difficulties increase the nearer we approach the goal”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
although he doesn’t look a day over 62, ivan is celebrating his 91st birthday today. that’s 13 in people years. in the 12 years and 8 months he’s lived with me he’s never said a word , yet i could write an entire book about him.
on december 8, 1999, i adopted ivan. when we got home, we both looked at each other & thought, “what do we do now?”
we went to the park on on 58th street & sutton place and bonded in an instant. i think it was the most fun he ever had in his first 4 months.
after all that playing, i put him down for a nap.
i can clearly remember not being able to take my eyes off him and i just stared at him asleep on the bed – until it was time to play some more.
as you can see, he’s exceptionally debonair,
incredibly modest about his good looks,
(unless i dress him up in something ridiculous)
he’s adventurous & athletically gifted,
a compassionate listener,
but most of all, he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
happy birthday, my love!
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu