My colleagues who know about Pet Grief said “Get a paw print from Stella before she dies.”
Determined to honor her passing exactly right, I vowed “I will get that footprint.”
So in the midst of inconclusive vet visits and internet searches for horrifying dog illnesses, I staggered over to Michaels to survey their Pet Memorial Products. There I found The Pet Memorial Stepping Stone. The picture on the box indicated you could cement-secure a pristine footprint from your dog and then decorate it with mosaic tiles!
Perfect. I got two.
I came home and mixed the cement. Then the task of convincing stubborn Stella to step in it…
I have to go on stage and play a Beethoven Piano Concerto with Orchestra. There are at least 1,000 people in the audience. I haven’t played the piano in 30 years. I will fail.
I have 10-minutes to save myself.
I stumble towards another musician backstage, a woman who unlike me actually PLAYS THE FREAKING PIANO. I ask her to fill in. She covers her ears, shakes her head and backs away laughing.
Pacing and wringing my hands, I realize the only thing to do is find the conductor. I have to tell her I can’t perform. But she’s counting on me. Disappointing her feels as shameful as public humiliation…. What will I do?