Dear Readers,
Today is my 1,000th post. Granted, when it began five years ago, in 2004, I wasn't the one who was actually doing the blogging. After all, I was only 3 months old at the time. My Girl took care of the posts, and right to this day she still helps me compose my thoughts and upload my photos. It really is her blog as much as it is mine (and lately, my pesky sister's too, but that's another saga on its own).
So when my Girl confided that she didn't know if she wanted to continue the Snippets past its 1,000th post, I listened in concern. I can't do this on my own. I need her as much as she needs my life and antics to write about. Plus, I didn't know how much longer I wanted to keep going, either. I'm slowing down, getting surly, and enjoying sleep a lot more than I used to, and figure that regaling you with entries about my sleep positions, locations and dreams (usually chasing a squirrel) doesn't rank too high on the excitement scale.
But then I asked her, wouldn't you miss it if you stopped? I reminded her of the fine bloggers that she's met over the years, the helpful dog-raising information she has learned, and the amazing community of whippet lovers who have dropped in to say hello and give us virtual pats on our hands.
She paused. Then sighed. And in a weary voice, said, "Ribsy, I think I need to write a guest post."
Here it is below.
Love,
Ribsy
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Honestly, I never thought I'd still be here today, helping Ribsy with his blog. It all started out quite innocently, as a way to journal our adventures in our new house with our new puppy.
Since our first entry, Boy, Ribsy & I have moved to a new city, changed addresses three times, and picked up another whippet. Ribsy has endured his share of unsightly gashes, an airplane ride across the country, a maddening case of separation anxiety, and an even more maddening sister.
But more importantly, Ribsy has opened our eyes to a new way of seeing things. From the dog's point of view, I've learned to enjoy the outdoors, to revel in the simple pleasures of life, and to truly understand the meaning of unconditional love.
There were plenty of bad days to go along with the good ones. And no matter what the circumstances were, no matter how negatively poisoned the air seemed to be, Ribsy was consistent in his affection. The loyalty was unwavering, from the gentle nudge of his snout to his half-turn-to-flop by our side. He always knew what to do to soften the stillness and comfort the hurt.
Ribsy is my best friend.
I feel we've both grown to need each other more than ever, but that we've both outgrown the intentions of this blog. He's no longer a puppy, and me, I'm no longer an aspiring writer. Neither silly dog antics nor cleverly-crafted summaries of such antics happen around here anymore.
Sure Mirabel could step into Ribsy's paws and more than fulfill the 'silly dog antics' role, but the heart of the Snippets has been and always will be Ribsy. His heart and his devotion remains unquestioned, but his lifestyle and my desire to write, have changed enormously.
After 1,000 posts, what more could I possibly seek to accomplish through this blog? Occasionally, I do get excited about posting, but for the most part, I wonder who is even reading this, and what they are thinking if and when they do so. I don't want to let anyone down by shutting the blog down, but then again, I am even more afraid of disappointing the few readers that I do have, with continued poor-quality, mundane, and pointless posts.
I am struggling. I am fatigued. And I am fearful of burdening the blogosphere. Or floating in it, listless and without purpose. There must be a reason for the Snippets. And until I find the right one that re-ignites the passion, I won't be back.
Off to hug my best friend. And his pesky sister.
Thank you to everyone who has visited and commented over the years. We really, really couldn't have continued this blog without your support.
Sincerely,
Ribsy's Girl
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