Heads or Tails

THIS week's theme/prompt is:
EDGE - "Any Past Theme"
This is the first appearance for the new category! (Aren't you excited????) Search through the themes list and pick out one you may have missed, or already did and want to do again. (Please make your selection from a past theme.)

I've chosen to use this one:

April 29

TAILS

Share a special memory

February 2nd

Everett L. Koskimaki
February 2, 1955 - June 18, 1999

I married Everett when I was 17, he was 18 (September 1, 1973). Unfortunately, the marriage didn't work out and we separated December 5, 1976. December 5, 1977 I sat in a lawyer's office filing for divorce, and by August '78 I think it was, the final papers were through. I got my divorce on the grounds of Mental Cruelty. For some time I was hurt and angry with him, but in time I came to forgive him. I came to understand that nothing he had done was due to being a cruel man, but because he was young and just didn't know any better. We both were too young and we both made our mistakes. Everett passed away from a brain aneurism at age 44. I still think of him often, maybe too often after so many years have past.


D-O-G
(Pronounced with a hard O... dee OH gee)
I was unable to find a photo of D-O-G tonight. I guess I really need to do some cleaning and organizing here. I have a photo of her in a frame, but have had to put a lot of things in boxes during the floor renovations, to move things around enough to clear large areas of floor. Anyway, D-O-G was a female Belgian Tervern.
February 2, 1987 - August 27, 1998

I had a boyfriend that wanted me to get a dog. I guess because he loved dogs and couldn't have one where he was living, so next best thing was for me to have a dog he could play with. I was a confirmed cat person and had no need for a dog in my life, so at first I tried saying I didn't want one, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually, I agreed to get a dog, but said I had to pick it out myself, it couldn't be one he picked out, and he agreed to that. I thought I had it made. Every dog he showed me that needed a new home, I'd say it was nice but not the right one, or just out and out say I didn't like it. I always had an excuse and it worked until.... One day we went to look at a dog and there was this little furball with 4 feet and a nose, in a cage. He took the pup out of the cage and handed it to me feet first. She wrapped her front legs around my neck and snuggled her head in close to me. Then I heard "If you don't want this one, just put her back in the cage and we'll go." What? Put her back into a CAGE? "No one will ever put my dog in a cage again!!" I said. I think he had figured it all out and I was caught in a trap, haha. Bruce, thank God, was not in my life a great long time (one of my bigger "learning oportunities"), though D-O-G was in my life for 11 1/2 years of pure love. The evening of August 27, 1998, I was sitting here watching TV, when I heard what sounded like a car hitting..... something. I will spare you any further details, they were horrible and very gorry. I still have a hard time when that picture of her returns to my mind, so I choose to do my best to remember happier times.


I worked on this post last night, then saved it as a draft to post this evening. It posted before I had time to get back here and finish it, haha. I am going to see if I can find some photos to scan and put here. BRB!

Love you both.... I'll see you again some day.
.