On Memory

We Surrendered

Part Four of a Four Part Series on Memory

Our family adopted a dog recently, a pit bull whom we named Otis. He stayed with my kid’s mom and his eyes were the color of wheat. He was quiet and so sweet that it was almost like there was something wrong with him. When I pet him he placed his entire bovine head on my lap as if my body were a home to him. He did not bark. His ears had very small nicks in them. He was very skinny. You could see his ribs and muscles. We joked that he was awkward. Secretly he always seemed to me to be on the…