Mia Edsall Music
Cody went to the other place on the evening of Jan 29 2015.
I picked Cody up at our valley shelter in spring of 2012. The bottom photo reflects his imperfection and shelterness that made him so appealing.
We lost Cash my JRT that spring while I was in California and Steve had him in Idaho. Cash had taken to wandering in morning (we let him :( ) and chose to head south on 75 where he was hit and killed. I was powerless to do anything in California. I was furious, desperate and inconsolable. We never found his body, my friend Susan saw it briefly driving by and called me. We only saw some blood on side of highway.,
,My wise mentor, Betsy Pearson saw me grieving over Cash and said in her direct, kind way, "Why don't you get another dog? All they do is give and receive unconditional love..." I went to the shelter right then... I was in the shelter "aquaintance pen" checking out a little white bitch, when I heard a bark. I followed the sound and it was this dirty little poodle who picked me. He had just been picked up off the streets of Ketchum, Idaho and he looked like hell with kennel cough, long matted poodle fur and bad teeth. We found each other. He was perfect
I had the pleasure of his company every day and night for almost 3 years.
Last Thurs morning in Ramona, Cal., I heard the coyotes yipping about 5AM. The yipping attracts domestic dogs like a magnet. I was awake with a cough and writing a song called "In the Alley in the Rain" the darkest darn song I ever wrote. I let Cody and Steve's little Lux out about 6. It was the light between the darkness and the dawn. I continue writing, absorbed in the darn song figuring they will come in like they always do. Then I hear Steve's JRT, Lux barking furiously, I call them. She comes, Cody doesn't. He comes eventually and I say "great Code, your here". He lay at my feet. Upon examination I find punctures, staggering etc. Steve took him to vet. He was in ICU all day. Had a damaged trachea, lung and God knows what else. We brought him home to our trailer that night with fluids still running under watchful care of Steve. He died about 9PM while I was reading a book right next to him.
Like Victor, my Mexican friend said in Spanish, "He was your right arm."
Cody I sure miss you.
I am literally working my ass off. Learning a lot about my horse, training and how to act and think. Made many new friends and having a great time. Tomorrow I'm headed to Bozeman Mt for Steve's Mom's funeral. These are end times.
I'm sallying forth and taking train from Escondido to Oceanside, switch to Amtrak to Union Station in Central LA, then Fly Away bus to LAX then shuttle to Westin Hotel. Sat. our plane leaves LAX. Love these adventures. I will meet our Anna in LAX. She is driving down from Santa Barbara the old fashioned way.
Looking forward to seeing everyone at the service and remembering Marcia Edsall.
Don't have many warm cloths. So. Cal. is amazing weather.
Thanks for reading.