Ode to the Wonder Dog

Kali, aka the Wonder Dog, is gone.

A heart attack felled a mighty oak of a dog.

She died at home, on her driveway, in the early morning. She was still investigating to the end.

I came over and helped carry her to her cremation in a similar way that she carried me away from my cremation two years ago.

Jennifer and Holt’s fine Rottweiler, a stoic for the ages. Much wiser than most. Certainly more accepting. Unflappable in these terrible times, storms whipped up by terrible Americans who are dogless in their lives.

I write this ode from the beach where the Wonder Dog and I occasionally rambled. I eat pumpkin pie, her favorite, in her honor. She will always be pumpkin pie to me.

I will never forget the night she bounded into my house on perhaps the most dispiriting night of my life. We went to the carpet together and spirit filled the room. There, our love affair began.

Kali will rest upon the ocean soon and I will build a fort to free mind to remember her. As soon as I write this, I will begin.