I can’t describe how close I am to my former neighbors from Berkeley. I hated the city. I loved my dock neighbors. There are probably 20+ people I still keep in touch with just from that one dock, and I’ve been gone for a year. They are very special to me and I can’t imagine how living on a boat would be without such awesome neighbors. Wait. I can! I don’t have any neighbors anymore and I truly miss their presence. Who do I complain to when I can’t get anywhere on a project? Bear and Zita, and I can assure you they have no sympathy for me.
My favorite former neighbor, Ted, quickly became my dog sitter upon moving to the dock. His oldest dog, Tiberius, got to pig out on turkey legs, pigs ears, and got to see all his best doggie and human buddies today. He is 17 years old now, and in between his heart attack, heart arrhythmia, strokes, and chronic seizures his back legs have finally given out. He doesn’t know it, but today is his last day. I hadn’t shed a tear until a passer-by asked if it was a doggie birthday party. I pointed to the old man on the blanket in the grass and I told her “uhm.. it’s his last day today.” I didn’t know what to call it, but we were celebrating him and showing him as much love as we could.
She couldn’t believe it, in tears telling her husband what we were doing. She thought it was so beautiful, she came back to take pictures. It really was a great way to spend the last day with the old man. We will miss him. <3