A few years back, Duke left this comment on one of my Twissel blog posts. We were trudging through a lost war but it appeared today as shadows of blackbirds ghosted me. They are the grim reapers of an eye disease.
“It is funny how sometimes we are on the same wave link. The injured sparrow made a full recovery and flew over my patio walls, but I had to keep the dogs away. My feelings for dying animals and dying humans often are very similar. I like dogs more than people, but I guess what I should say is that I like dogs more than some people. The dogs returning year after year to sleep on a grave are more touching to me than people leaning flowers against the tombstone of a family member every few months or years. The way animals have woven their way into our feelings about death is something very magical for me and your story captures this often overpowering emotion we have toward the distress of animals; the end of bird, lion, eagle, and fish in the sea. When they die, so do we, and it comes to us as a form of ancient sadness that the hardbitten find silly and because of that, you know, I like dogs more than some people. Thanks. Duke”