Tuesday, September 23, 2003

SLUGGY! -- 9.23.2003

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I still remember the way he used to look at her. I'd see them playing in the yard, and couldn't help but smile. He's gone now, and all that is left is a crazy patchwork of memories. But I'm going too fast. Let me start at the beginning.

The first time Anna met Sluggy was after a long rain. Sluggy was stretched out across the sidewalk, lounging, or maybe just trying to stay out of the rain. Anna saw sluggy and that was just it. She knew right away that she had to have him for her little bug house. She knew that she had made a friend to last.

But alas, fate was in the way. Or rather, nothing was in the way. Nothing that could block out the hot sun that baked Sluggy as he sat out on the deck in his little bug house. Anna showed the box to me that evening. "He's not feeling well." She said to me. I looked in the box. Sluggy had shriveled to the size of a raisin.

"Lets put him back in the woods, sweetie. Maybe he'll get better."

The second time Anna met Sluggy was after a long rain. Sluggy was stretched out across the sidewalk, etc., etc.. This time Anna was more careful with him, and fed him lots and lots of grass and water. She kept telling me (and everyone else) that she had taught him to fetch. I saw him on the picnic table as I left for work.

Then one day, coming home from work, Anna met me at my car.

"Dad, do you know what?"

"What?"

The words came out at once and all tumbly, "Today Madison and I were playing with sluggy and I was going to show her how sluggy can fetch so we brought him on the slide and we thought it would be really cool for him to slide down the slide only he didn't and the Madison went down the slide to push him only he sort of exploded and got blood all over the slide and so now he's dead."

So there you have it. Sluggy's gone on. And we'll miss him.