Photo A.M. Moscoso
The sound of thunder,
the crackle of logs in the fireplace
Bing Crosby singing “Silver Bells”
take me back to a time in my life
when the world was full of spectacular adventures
scraped knees, my favorite songs playing on a transistor radio
and monsters only came out at night
when the moon was full and the world smelled like caramel apples.
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It doesn’t seem fair that a 12 week old puppy should have to take on the care of human being with a cargo hold full of baggage in her life, but that is the lot in life that Hamish Macbeth drew in September of 2014.
Look how small he was.
Hamish Macbeth
Photo A.M. Moscoso
2014
When Hamish came into my life, I made it a point to get myself together. I made it a point to smile and to get out into the world and to laugh- because when I laughed Hamish’s ears perked up, his little tail would whip around in little circles and his eyes just popped and sparkled.
Laughing was the hardest thing I had to re-learn at that time. But I did it for Hamish.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Hamish Macbeth
October 27, 2024
The thing of it is, by the time my Granddaughter was born, I was a different person then the one that Hamish found in 2014.
It took a few years, but with Hamish’s help I liked getting out into the world. I liked being part of a family again, I liked waking up in the morning. I liked being alive. Being positive and patient came naturally to me- and I have Hamish to thank for that.
One day, when she is older I think Jemma will feel the same way because it was a little puppy named Hamish Macbeth that helped create the Grandmother she loves.
Jemma and Gwen Photo A.M.Moscoso
October 2024
When your granddaughter builds a snowman that looks like Calvin- from Calvin an Hobbes fame- could have built, you know you’ve raised your children right:
Calvin and Hobbes Snowmen of Horror
” The Redeyed Snowman of Doom “
Snowman by Jemma
Photo by J.M. Moscoso