verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Thursday, June 3, 2010


We had a little mishap yesterday.  I wasn't going to mention it, but brushing it aside is failing me.  The memory keeps bouncing back to front and center, so I need to place it here so that it settles into some point on some line.

I was on my way to walk Boo.  On a busy road, I saw a woman pulled to the side going in the opposite direction.  As I passed by, I saw that she had Biscuit by the collar standing along the verge.  He was panicked.  His eyes were so fearful. He was breathing hard. His legs were stepping back and forth, but going nowhere.  I pulled right over and he jumped right into my car in relief.  I know you, Alice.  I don't know where I am, but I know who you are.  

I took him towards his home.  In the car, he seemed so upset by it all. It was as if he was shaking his head at himself.  I reached back to pat him and talk quietly to him.  But he was so shaken and scared that as I touched him, his bewilderment and fear touched me back.  I'm scared too, Bisc. We weren't far from his home, but we were too far for Biscuit. He hadn't meant to be on that road.  He hadn't meant for that to happen.

A bowl of cool water and the familiarity of his home and yard was relief to us both.  You're back, safe and sound, Old Man. Please stay right here....


  1. This is so familiar. It's terrible when it happens to anyone. Of any species.


  2. yes, brian. after it happened, i thought of you.