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Three Legged Dog
23 December 2009 17:29Friends of mine owned a dog that was hit by a car.
Its crushed back leg was nailed back together by a veterinarian. It kept this stapled-together leg for six long years. The leg was stuck in one position. The dog was slow and sad, dragging this dead limb around with it. Eventually, the leg got infected. Rather than put the dog down, they decided to amputate the leg.
The owners were scared about what this would do to the dog. It had already been through so much and now it had to go without one of its legs.
As soon as the dog could stand after the operation, it ran. It ran and it ran and it ran. It became a very happy dog. The years fell away from the dog and it became a puppy. The removal of the twisted piece of flesh with bars of metal running through it to make it heavy, this shattered and mended twist of leg hammered into one eternal position, had become a pain-riddled anchor. By cutting it off, they had set the dog free.
They thought the animal would take it as a maiming and be resentful but instead, the animal took it as a kindness and was grateful.
I think some hearts are like that dog’s leg. I think the term ‘romantic comedy’ is an oxymoron for some people. Love ebbs and flows. All declarations are as transient as the fuel for them. I think some people feel they would be better off without a heart.
Humans have no mating season. I think this is the reason why there is so much confusion around love. It would be different if we all took May off and went buck wild sex crazy for thirty days and then put our clothes back on in June to resume our normal sex-free lives. All affection outside of that one month could not be misconstrued by any heart.
Some hearts go through infatuations like Vegas goes through magician’s assistants.
Personally, when I do these autopsies, I feel like a young doctor cutting open someone the same age as myself. It’s unsettling.
I want you to chew on the gumball of my heart. I want you to know that the quickest way to light up a Christmas tree is to set it on fire. I want you to know that I am greater than some of my parts.
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Its crushed back leg was nailed back together by a veterinarian. It kept this stapled-together leg for six long years. The leg was stuck in one position. The dog was slow and sad, dragging this dead limb around with it. Eventually, the leg got infected. Rather than put the dog down, they decided to amputate the leg.
The owners were scared about what this would do to the dog. It had already been through so much and now it had to go without one of its legs.
As soon as the dog could stand after the operation, it ran. It ran and it ran and it ran. It became a very happy dog. The years fell away from the dog and it became a puppy. The removal of the twisted piece of flesh with bars of metal running through it to make it heavy, this shattered and mended twist of leg hammered into one eternal position, had become a pain-riddled anchor. By cutting it off, they had set the dog free.
They thought the animal would take it as a maiming and be resentful but instead, the animal took it as a kindness and was grateful.
I think some hearts are like that dog’s leg. I think the term ‘romantic comedy’ is an oxymoron for some people. Love ebbs and flows. All declarations are as transient as the fuel for them. I think some people feel they would be better off without a heart.
Humans have no mating season. I think this is the reason why there is so much confusion around love. It would be different if we all took May off and went buck wild sex crazy for thirty days and then put our clothes back on in June to resume our normal sex-free lives. All affection outside of that one month could not be misconstrued by any heart.
Some hearts go through infatuations like Vegas goes through magician’s assistants.
Personally, when I do these autopsies, I feel like a young doctor cutting open someone the same age as myself. It’s unsettling.
I want you to chew on the gumball of my heart. I want you to know that the quickest way to light up a Christmas tree is to set it on fire. I want you to know that I am greater than some of my parts.
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