Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sad Night

Like most nights my human talks to her family before they turn in for the evening. Tonight she even called her brother to catch-up and chat a bit. As usual he wasn't overly talkative. That's very normal for him and she knows and respects that aspect of his personality. Then something happened to turn a normally friendly conversation in to a very sad one.

You see he had agreed to send my human a Christmas card. She didn't care if it was home made or store bought. At most the cost would have been $1.50 to buy and send. The card isn't really what is important either. To her it's a simple task that takes little time but requires some thought and attention. Granted only a little thought and moments of attention by human standards but it's just that little something that lets her know that he actually cares enough to do something out of the norm specifically for her.

Well Christmas has come and gone. No card. So tonight she asked him if he had mailed it yet and apparently he said no and that he wasn't going to. This broke her heart and I swear I heard it break. I have good ears you know. She let him know that even sending it late would be ok. She didn't mind. However no he still has no intention of sending this card.

Keep in mind that this is the one thing she asks for each year from him. One thing that requires an act of pure compassion and commitment. This year, as with others he failed. She cried. She'll get over it and move on. She's actually more accustom to disappointment from him than she'd like to admit. More often than not it rarely fazes her but it's the little things like this that really wound her deeply.

He is often there when she needs him, which she is always grateful for but sometime it would be nice if he'd just be there for her when she didn't.

Still she does love her brother and speaks very highly of him to her friends and acquaintances. She'll continue to send him a card on his birthday and at Christmas and she'll always be there if he needs anything from her.

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