Regrouping…

C.E. Grundler

I’d originally intended to write something entirely different today, reflecting on how work aboard the boat has at last turned the corner from destruction to reconstruction, but instead life snuck up and yanked the rug out from under me. I was making good headway and I will again, but for the moment I’m still regrouping. I’d really rather write something humorous or odd, but it’s just not in me today.

Moxie lounging on her favorite bunk.

I’d always known I wasn’t far behind Christine with her Intrepid Seadog.  At sixteen, my Moxie was getting shaky on her feet and I knew her liver was starting to fail. But she was as sharp and as stubborn as ever, still calling the shots and bossing around my two younger guys. We’d had her since my husband found her as a puppy, abandoned on the streets of Queens, and from day one she was a sassy handful, smart as hell and determined to speak her mind at every opportunity. She was the rude puppy compared to our two older, far more well-behaved and good-mannered dogs, Luna and Nova, but they taught that thick-headed little brat manners and she adored them. And when they both passed, it was Moxie who went on to show Rex and then Loki how to behave.

Moxie and Rex awaiting shore leave.

There’s so much I could write, yet my mind and heart lock up at the thought that she’s not shuffling around the house anymore or at my side when I’m outside. Rex and Loki keep searching for her, ears perked and tails high whenever the door opens or they go out to the yard, until they realize yet again she isn’t there. I know how they feel.

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