Wednesday, February 22, 2006

40/365 Great-Great-Aunt Annie

At ninety-two Annie was barely bigger than the high-strung Chihuahua she left waiting at home each morning while she toddled self-reliantly to the neighborhood grocer or five-and-dime. One day the dog waited well into night unaware death had sent a car for Annie.

4 Comments:

Blogger Otter said...

Very moving...poetic last line.

12:16 PM  
Blogger GreenishLady said...

such a poignant image.

6:46 PM  
Blogger jane said...

why are chihuaha's funny?

i like annie. she strikes me as someone who was feisty.

7:07 PM  
Blogger NIRE said...

i agree with jane.

9:59 AM  

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