Saturday, May 09, 2009
Ginsburg was thrown down a flight of stairs by a drug dealer in Baltimore. Then she was in a shelter that might have killed her. Before her injection, she was taken by a dog rescue based in Virginia. We fostered her for the dog rescue, loved her and adopted her.
Now she sleeps next to me as I type this.
She walks with a limp due to the fall down the stairs but she's in no pain. If she ever needs the surgery, she will have it.
As I listen to her soft snores, I am the farthest I've ever been from an existential crisis. The effect of my life as measured on a scale that includes heat death of the universe is nothing. But we have so much power to make the lives of others, even four legged others with a limp, suck less.
Ginsburg is snoring, and this very second, that's all I need.