Stumble it!Phoebe’s Lament
If you knew me you would say too…you dated a woman who had a WHAT, living WHERE, and you touched IT!
The wonders of creative companionship…the things we do outside of who we are, and in spite of ourselves, to have a date, be less alone…
We live a bit with a Pig…just a little bit…not THAT kind…but a 250+lbs, just about blind, gooey discharged eyes, ooky grey, coarse, bristly haired Sus, who takes her place on the couch…she was Phoebe. Her mom was lovely.
I saw pictures of her when she was a Babe…adorable, lovable, pink and petite…hmmm…kinda like me once upon a time. Well, she too grew out of her skin, plumped up, made funny noises to get attention, and routinely tore off the feeder cap to eat more than her share.
Phoebe lived in the exes second bedroom in a bevy of blankets and WHOA…that smell. She had a shanty place out back and her place on the couch, well documented…free reign of the house, except…the master…but when there too…she had a way she rubbed, knocked, and scraped the floor…I made my exit through the other door. She had her different calls, none I could ever imitate…all that made her salivate…”You’re Ok…, it’s ok…Use your Words.” It worked on me too. Her mom was lovely.
Swatting her butt for affection; she used her nose for detection. Her sense of smell was going bad, and she barely had the eyes to see…WHAT the HELL was WRONG with me. Her mom was lovely.
Welcomed home to a Sty…I held my words. So many times, we pushed and pulled her up the plank, into the truck, out to the Couve, to go away for awhile…visiting with other sows…she used to love to play. Now she was fading fast…lost the scent of her feed…we were heating up, but I couldn’t live there for keeps.
The condo limit was 65lbs…no hooves. I held my nose and smiled sweetly as I fell deeper, but craving and needing NEATLY. Her mom was lovely.
She grew on me the short time I knew her, and I held her softly as she lay down to sleep…I didn’t expect to miss her.
She did move into the condo, given a place of honor among the art. The Dragonfly Urn fit smartly to the décor. We even spoke to her, and sought her advice. I hear her call occasionally. When our life was divided, Phoebe went with her mom. She was lovely.
