:: The Car Lot ::

Friday, March 03, 2006

I could write about how sad things were, how dark the days had become, how painful getting up was. How much we missed Basti. Instead I will write about how smiles are slowly replacing tears, how a bounce has returned to our steps. How Bogart has silently and gently uplifted us all. Bogart is a 5 month old Australian short-legged Jack Russel terrier. He is a bundle of energy to say the least. He just runs and jumps and double jumps, even bumping his head under the car as he jumps, he doesn't care, probably doesn't bother him. He just plays and plays and plays. You can't help but smile. He will bite at your hand, jump on your back and chew your shirt, interfere with anything your doing or attempting to do. But when you hold him, he lays still, just being there. It's like a switch. People still accidentally call him Basti, its a testament to how much Basti was loved. Bogart wasn't always Bogart, the people we bought him from called him Mozart, then Leslie called him Sparky, but her dad named him Bogart and that was that. For a time her mum called him Borgy, now she's calling him Bogart. So I guess he's pretty confused, I know I was.
All in all things are picking up. It hasn't been a great month for us but we're still here. The trials, the waiting, the helplessness, the uncertainty. I guess its all part of growing up. And growing up is something we all have to go through at one point or another. Whether it be an exam you studied so hard for and failed, or a game you worked so hard for and didn't win, or someone you loved so much and lost. It doesn't matter how trivial, but that also goes for your triumphs. It doesn't matter if you just barely passed that exam, or you got lucky during that game you should've lost, or getting a puppy. What matters is you did it and you're happy. We still don't know where our place in the sun is, but we know its out there somewhere. We just have to look harder.
Just when you thought you were done growing up, you surprise yourself and grow up just a little bit more.

In memory of Sebastian... he loved drinking out of the garden hose.

Dr. Jayson Arellano Left the Car Lot @ 7:57 PM

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