Year Two

MoTivator (Profile, Profee, Prof, Profee-Anon)
5 June 1995- 12 January 2007

“You Could Be Happy” (with slight paraphrase)
Snow Patrol

You could be happy and I won’t know
But you weren’t happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops ’till it’s madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I’d been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it’s all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don’t think, just do

More than anything I want to see you, Prof
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Love you, my most perfect boy. I miss you every day, and hate most of all that this stupid disease kept you from meeting Simon and having the adventure of living in Yorkshire. I think a flat cap would have suited.

Mommy xx

"I’ve Learned Something Today…"

When you leave earlier than your possessions while moving and one of the things left behind is your vacuum cleaner and your father mentions to you that they found that the bag you’d left in the vacuum was full before bringing it with your other things to your new house…it is a good idea to open your vacuum cleaner outdoors because there might not have been a bag in it for the past four months while you were using it to vacuum the aforementioned new house.

Just a suggestion.

My knees are cold.

For the past 5 years or so, there has been a greyhound in the bed with me every night that I’ve slept in my bed at home. I could wake in the middle of the night from a wonky dream or because my sinuses are again waging war on my respiratory system and reach just behind my knees and find a warm furry body…and a soul that reminded me that I wasn’t stuck in a never-stopping elevator or trapped under the stairs at the Manchester airport, but I was home with my furry family and it was okay.

My knees are cold.

On Friday morning Scott and I made the decision to cease treatment of Profile’s tumor that had invaded the muscles that spread over the top of his skinny little pointed head. The vet told me things like “mottled places on the skull” and “could degenerate quickly” and “small chance of relief from surgery.” I heard over and over “it’s done, you now have two greyhounds instead of three, and your knees are going to be cold.” Just like that…I walked out into the parking lot at the vet hospital and called my parents, crying my eyes out, while Scott made arrangements with the vet. Just like that…I woke up that morning and had three, now I had two. Just like that…Profee walked into the back area of the vet’s office, as proud and brave as ever, and I never saw my handsome man again.

But I’m okay. Much more okay than I thought I’d be. I cried a lot, but I’m done crying, at least for now. I packed up his collars and muzzle and put them out of sight till I’m ready. I cleaned up the toys he’d thrown around the den and vaccumed his hair out of the carpet. I loved that dog so much…Profile and I went through injuries together, he helped me be steady when my vertigo hit, he could understand me in two languages…he was always looking out for me, even to go so far as to look into the shower to make sure the water wasn’t hurting me. But I’m okay.

Urban Family asked me to join them Sunday night for dinner, and when I spoke to my dear friend in Yorkshire he said that he was glad I was out with people because apparently all of them thought I was going to put my head in the oven just as soon as I got back to Montgomery. Not so. My oven is electric anyway, and I don’t do crispy.

So to my Profee-Man, My Noodle, My Bubby-Boy, godspeed. Thank you for the past six years. There is so much of it that I couldn’t have gotten through without you. SO much. Thank you for listening and for not minding if I got your fur wet when I needed to cry. Thank you for ALWAYS knowing when to lick me on the end of the nose, especially right after you’d licked something unpleasant. Thank you for the crop circles you left in the leaves out in the backyard, and for the bits of plastic bag that I’m still finding in the den from the last time I took too long to let you out. Thank you for finding your way back to me after you were adopted that one time. Thank you for finding me, I’d been lost for a very long time.

Much love, Noodle. MUCH love. My knees will be cold but my heart is warm.