

Somewhere sometime long ago I read a story credited to an old American Indian Legend. It spoke of the Creator walking through his fields and streams, deep rich green forests held together by shadowed valleys but still the Creator God was lonely. And so it occurred to him to make himself a dog.
That is when he created my Aussie Madonna. He softly blew into her the Spirit of Life. He held that puppy close to him and watched her splash in streams and run through his forests. Yet as he looked at her he saw that she needed even more than His company. So He made me. Yes, He pulled me up on the potters wheel like a potter forming a clay pot. He did this in the same way He created puppy Madonna. He softly blew into me the Spirit of Life and set me free.
He looked at His puppy Madonna and said to her, "now you will have a playmate. Go and enjoy him." And she did. She enjoyed me so very much. Together we learned to skateboard on the 7 mile bridge. We pleasured each other beyond belief. We were so pleasantly foolish together.
Yet one day the Creator God was overwhelmed with not only the beauty of His creation but a haunting loneliness unfathomable by man. He wished to have her company again. So He called Her back to Himself. He called her name, spoke it only once and she died into Him..
Now it is my time to be lonely and her time to comfort the Creator. Somewhere, someplace He is pulling her through time as she rides a skateboard guided by His loving hand. She is not alone.
thoughts of Madonna
Ken
She succumbed to an extremely aggressive infection. We exhausted all medical possibilities. Dr. Mike Dunn gave her every conceivable act of care and compassion. Phyllis was on the phone, with Ken, Sue and Mike during Madonna's last moments.