Last September, our beautiful three year old Tibetan mastiff, Kodiak, died from unexpected complications during a routine spay operation. Tibetan mastiffs are huge, hairy dogs, with both an outer coat and an inner coat (and maybe even a secret coat!). As soon as the weather warms up, they blow this inner coat. Clumps of long stapled fine hair fall out by the handfuls, and early last summer, I collected bagfuls of this stuff. When Kodiak died, I couldn't bear to touch it, so these bags of fluff have been hanging around since that time.
A week ago, the Best Beloved and I headed to a cabin that we rent from time to time in West Virginia. I grabbed the spinning wheel, some wool - and all the bags of dog fluff. It was a bit of an eerie experience opening up these bags. They smelled, of course, like the dog herself. But frankly it was a good and active meditation on impermanence. What is left of Kodiak now is ten balls of two ply yarn, one ply wool, the other mastiff. I will knit it into a vest, I believe, for the Best Beloved, since Kodiak was in many ways his dog.
Jonathan in DC
ps: if any of your are visiting DC for the holiday, I apologize about the weather. We blame Cheney.