I'm really sad in writing this post, and though supposedly a writer, I'm terrible with tributes, both happy and sad. I'm bad about telling people I love them, and why. I suck at good-byes. I leave cards blank except for "love" and "penelope." I can't ever seem to find the right words, so I just don't say much of anything, which is probably bad. I just try to Be There, and hope that people know that I care, and how I care, and that they can count on me.
Anyway.
If you live or have ever lived in ILM, chances are you know The Pie. Moonpie, that is, of Laura and Moonpie. Everyone thinks that their pet is the greatest, but you have to admit that The Pie is pretty hard to beat. When I think of Pie, so many things come to mind:
tenacious
charming
eerily person-like
cuddly
hates Bender
lost for days, but returned
hit by a car, but survived
excitable
high jumper, like she's on springs
loyal friend
uber-photogenic
camper
party dog
knows how to whisper
makes you laugh
Bailey's best pal
Worley's best pal
sleeps at your feet, under the sheets
scares K.Lo, but mainly due to enthusiasm
car chaser
can't catch her
out for squirrels
will beg for junk food, i.e. Bender-food
once ate a plate of shrimp
she just knows, The Pie does
can wear any hat
expressive
can tell you what she wants
never backs down
firecracker
(though whimpers at fireworks)
grumpy, even crotchety
yet undeniably sweet
The Pie, Moon-pig, Moonie, Moonpie, Piggety-Pie
At not even 7 years old, Moonpie has become randomly, terribly, and unconquerably ill. She has to be put down tonight, there really is no other choice. It makes me cry just thinking about it, though I know what I feel is nothing compared to what her family feels, and will feel. I just want to say, we'll miss you, Pie, all of us. You're the best, and even though you hate my dog (which, by the way--totally understandable, she's a mess), I love ya, you are irreplacable.
To Pie.
