When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

~ Kahlil Gibran, from"The Prophet"

Thursday, February 25, 2010

A Coincidence?

After hip replacement surgery, patients are limited by certain precautions to ensure the stability of the joint. One no-no is bending more than 90 degrees at the waist. Erin couldn't put her own sock on her right foot. No problem! Each morning before school, as she took her shower, her buddy Keenan patiently waited outside the bathroom door. After she dressed, she chose her pair of socks for the day and handed them to him. He then followed her down the stairs, proudly trotting behind, with tail (actually whole backside for those of you who know Keenan) wagging, and brought them to me. Goldens LOVE to be helpful and carry things! I would then take those slightly damp socks from his mouth and put the right one on her foot for her.
This little ritual became a very special part of each morning.

One particularly difficult day a couple of weeks ago, with memories of Erin consuming me, I sat curled up in my favorite chair, crying, just staring out the window. All of a sudden, Keenan came dashing down the stairs and ran up to me with a pair of Erin's socks in his mouth. Looking at him through tears of disbelief I said, "Oh Puppy! Where did you get these?" Her bedroom is as it was before she died. It will most likely stay that way for a long time. All of her clothes are in her closet and dresser, the socks in a closed drawer.

After looking more closely at the socks, I realized they were an old pair she had long ago donated to the Goodwill bag that resides in the deep recesses of Dave's and my closet - that part of the closet one chooses to ignore, sometimes for years! I went upstairs, with said-dog following closely behind, and discovered that sure enough, he had nosed his way into that previously ignored bag and had carefully chosen that pair of socks over other gently-used items; three pairs of shoes, sweaters (most likely from 1987), jeans that will probably be back in style soon, a couple pairs of gloves, a purse I thought was very cool until Erin gave me the "mom, really?" eye roll...
That bag had been in the back of the closet for months. How did Keenan know to go into it at that moment and get those socks?

If you've ever buried your pathetic, weeping face in the neck of a golden, you know their manes are more absorbent than the most expensive brand of tissue.
The pair of socks still sits in the corner of my chair.
Coincidence? I think not!


  1. A number of our friends have Goldens, and they say similar things about their loving, caring, compassionate nature. I am SO glad that Keenan is part of your family!

  2. Yes I have held my Golden and wept. They instinctively know when you are upset and will sit with you and listen to you for as long as you need them to. I don't think it was a coincidence. They just know. He will continue to be a comfort to you.

  3. I was wondering if Keenan had a reaction on the day we had the earthquake? I have only know the Potts family through my husband's family. You are true heros in life. Willing to take on the honesty and not so nice things that life dishes us. Continue putting your heart out there. It has purpose to those unable to "deal" so honestly with life.
    Thank you

  4. Potts, speaking of coincidences, have you seen the March 2010 cover of National Geographic yet? You need to.

  5. This reminds me of after our dog died our cat Henry found her tags and brought them to my mom and let out a mournful "mew".
    Keenan is a sweetie!