There’s an incremental set of somethings lining up. Some of these things feel like turning points. Some of these things feel like tipping points.
Several walks past La Tigre’s house confirm she’s no longer there. She’s been chained up 24-7 for as long as we’ve lived in South Park and this was the year I was going to do something to change her situation. Here’s the photo I took over Easter weekend.
At first, I was taken by how empty the place looks without her guarding the tree in the front yard. My first thought was she died. But that’s not the case.
The carport that was jammed with who-knows-what is mostly empty. The mattress, the office chair, the odds-and-ends dumped in the front yard are gone. There are two garbage cans neatly packed full. A broom. The broken window is fixed.
Her people have moved. And I fear her people have found another tree to chain her to. My heart sinks, and I want to make something better for her.
I’m resigned to the fact that it won’t be better until she dies. And when she does, I will her to be a phoenix rising. I plan to memorialize her at Angel’s Rest in Best Friends Sanctuary. There she will re-join her tribe and run with the animal spirits. She will bask in the love of the hundreds of people who visit. We will celebrate.
I took this photo the same day I realized La Tigre was gone. Gigi and Buffalo. A girl and her first dog. Warms me to the core. Something to celebrate.
And during an after-work run down Spring Street in Manhattan yesterday, I met this pit bull named Oreo. A rescue dog. A familiar face. A fast friend. Seemingly small, yet a meeting to celebrate.