My Mae

Well, I haven’t been very active on the blog for six weeks or so. Jimmy’s done a good job in keeping things alive and up to date. I’ve made a post here and there, but Jimmy’s the one to blame for administration, at least the last couple of months. I haven’t been sick and I haven’t been anywhere. The truth is, I just haven’t felt like posting. The reason is, my dog Mae disappeared about six weeks ago. One morning, she wasn’t on the front porch waiting for breakfast like she always did. She wandered off and has not returned.

I live in a rural area populated by woke rednecks and criminals. Across the hollow behind my property is a legal marijuana operation. To be clear, just because it’s legal doesn’t make it right. The guy who runs the show is a young black dude who claims he is a disabled Navy vet with PTSD. The way everybody lies these days, who knows if that’s the truth? It doesn’t matter to me, except that he pulled up on his 4-wheeler the other day and threatened me with a shotgun for walking down a public country road with my two remaining dogs. It was the sixth time this year someone out here had threatened me with a firearm for taking a walk.

For all I know, the African idiot may have shot my dog as she wandered through his property. He certainly seems to have the right attitude for murdering a dog. I don’t know one way or the other. Unfortunately, there are other candidates who might be responsible. It’s likely I’ll never know.

Mae was my faithful companion for nine years. I rescued her from another redneck situation where her owner was about to kill her because he could not control her. I took her instead and gave her a good life. We kept each other company and she remained loyal until this abrupt ending.

My take on the situation is that the entire world has fallen so deep into corruption that the lives of “lesser” creatures have become inconsequential. No one thinks twice anymore about the harm they do to other living, breathing, feeling “animals”. Mortal sins are committed everyday in both public and private places and the demons who inhabit this planet will rationalize and lie and cheat to hide their actions.

Sometimes I think it’s always been this way. That is, since the beginning of time people have sought power over everything in their sight. What a monster sees is what a monster desires and the world is full of monsters. Because of that, righteous folks sleep behind locked doors and bury their treasures in a corner of the back yard. We’re afraid the devil might come in the middle of the night to steal our treasures or even our lives as well as our very souls.

I have monsters all around me these days. My brother once said I was under attack because I was a great prize in the eyes of the Devil. I laughed at him then, but I’m not laughing anymore. I do realize any metaphysical attacks come at me out of a place of fear. These horrible people, these drug dealers, these gangsters, these evil ones who seek power over me are afraid of me, as they should be.

Mae helped keep me safe. She guarded me while I slept. When I was sick, she watched over me. But now, she’s disappeared. I don’t know what’s happened but I still wait every day for her to show up for dinner. I miss her and I want her back even if it’s just to end up burying her in this rocky old ground where I live.

TommyBoy