Someone to watch (over me)

EDITOR: I drove up the driveway. It was past 8 p.m. A tiny brown poodle we call Bundas (Hungarian for fur ball) of 12 (years) eagerly ran to meet us. It was a welcome ritual. As his owner, mid-life challenges were conquered, and firmly behind us. We enjoyed each others company and communicated without having to say a word.

A month ago, he missed a step and tumbled down the stairway. He got up and ambled away. Other than a touch of arthritis, he was indestructible and invincible. Each morning, a usual scratch of "let me in" welcomed the dreary morning. He was always eager to curl up to Karen - as a child to his mother.

In short, Bundas was my shadow from the minute I walked in the door. Even when I scolded him, he cowed then forgave me and snuggled over as to exclaim… "you know, sometimes, you can be such a jackass!" He grinned from ear to ear when I rubbed his tummy. While a tiny dog, he was fearless when meeting dogs twice his size, truly spirited and we catered to his comfort without complaint.

I turned off the car, opened the door and exited with a hand full of items to take in, then returned to get the rest of the groceries. As I exited from the house, facing the car, my eye focused on a familiar brown bundle - in a pool of blood - motionless under the car. Karen was right behind me as I nearly screamed - God! I ran over Bundas!

I was often jealous knowing he lounged around, slept and enjoyed the day with a selective bark at a rabbit or bird invading his kingdom until we came home late at night. In his eagerness to meet us, he misjudged the distance. I chided him occasionally to get away - and he generally complied - but not this day. Regretfully, the little guy "checked out" and went home a bit earlier than necessary. Some of life's lesson-plans are there for good reason.

During the night, sleep was not to be. A film of his image kept playing on the canvas of my mind, and rewound over and over again. At one point, I thought I heard a bark - as if he was saying a final farewell. At the break of dawn, I dragged myself downstairs glancing at the entrance door. I knew the sad truth that Bundas' paws would never be heard again and tears welled up for a final tribute to say good-by. He managed to leave a lesson plan of his own, a legacy - never to take for granted those you love.

As you get caught up in daily trials and tribulations, remember to embrace those who nurture you with unconditional acceptance. Every special pet like Bundas is a testimony of God's unconditional embrace of life and pure love. I'm certain there is a special place set aside for pets like our little guy and am certain he will no doubt watch over Karen and me.

Be sure to hug your spiral friend and note you are holding an emissary from above, - an irreplaceable present for you to love. Happy holidays, with love,

Chuck, Karen Kovacs and belated Bundas


Again with the flags?

EDITOR: I do hope that when people cross the bridge in Towanda they take note of the torn and frayed condition of our flags again. Since these flags were first raised when the bridge was put in they have never been able to be maintained.

It seems rather ironic that a memorial is to be installed at the end of the bridge honoring our veterans and the bridge itself having been named the Veterans Memorial Bridge would honor these men and women by flying our flag in such a disgraceful condition. If but one flag is torn it should be taken down. I've been told "Sandy," but those flags were in that shape before.

The river is a wind tunnel. But no matter what there is no excuse for allowing this to reoccur over and over again.

Our flag deserves, demands more. They are being flown with the right intent but without the ability to maintain. Either maintain or don't fly, she deserves this!

Larry E. Franklin


For shame

EDITOR: It's really sad in life when you have your Christmas decorations stolen out of your shop. I hope the person or persons who are responsible for this act are enjoying the decorations that my husband and I purchased together many years ago when he could walk. This joy has been taken away as my husband is wheel chair bound.

These decorations were very special.

Marilee Brown