I read a wonderful definition of a bore recently. Having passed the age where I can accurately quote or recall the author, here’s my butchered version: “A bore is someone who robs you of your solitude without leaving the consolation of company.” Emmy, though not human, was the opposite: she was a constant companion who guarded my solitude. This post is my memorial to her.
Emmy passed away last night. Not peacefully, but full of anguish, in stark opposition to the life she lived – a life of gentle grace at home, and boisterous play at the park. I held myself together until my wife cried “thank you” to her lifeless body. Then I held it together by listing all the things she taught me. I was struck by how much there was to learn.