"I'm David Isaiah; I need a puppy."
Then he added excitedly, "And in a hurry too!"
"Come and sit on the couch, and we'll
show you the puppy we have for you. Would you like a cup of
tea?" Robin offered.
Jay went to the puppy pen to pick up a little
guy and Julie, the mother, got up to leave at the same time,
so Jay opened the gate for her. Then the other puppies jumped
up and rushed the open gate, while Jay had his hands full.
Julie was halfway across the den, toward the
couch, to meet the new guests. And Julie's puppy brigade,
nine little rotund Buddha-bellies, white as polar bears, spread
out to charge across the floor, yapping, galloping, onward,
onward, like the English Lancers at Balaclava.
David Isaiah's tired eyes went wide, and Jay
closed his own. Oh no, Jay thought.
When the puppies arrived they jumped up on
David, trashing his beige cotton slacks. One little guy got
his front paws up to David's belt. Jay saw what looked like,
might have been a dressing or colostomy bag under the old
man's clothes. David's wife was concerned and tried to brush
the puppies off. robin came from the kitchen. Jay finally
got his wits about him, and also hurried to the couch.
David Isaiah laughed heartily, and threw his
arms up in the air with glee, as Julie's puppy brigade tried
to climb up on him. "This is great," he said joyously,
reveling inthe exuberance of life's energy that flowed to
him from the puppies. "this is fantastic!" David
pulled the alpha, the leader, up and cradled him in his arms.
"This little guy knows what it takes to get ahead in
When David left with his puppy he smiled, and
told Jay, "My last puppy. Good job; thanks."
Daivd Isaiah died two weeks afterward and his
passing affected Jay because the man accepted death without
a need for a last bitter battle, not to say that he didn't
have fear and apprehension. But David Isaiah must have died
with few regrets, and maybe that made his passage easier.