When I joined the Bone Cancer Dogs group, Bruce always said, "Look for the pennies," upon the passing of a dog. I learned that meant that the furry angels people lost let them know that they were thinking of them by throwing down pennies from heaven. Since Rondo has been gone, I've been looking for those pennies.
This past weekend I flew into Las Vegas and then drove to St. George, Utah to meet Canon, the white poodle pup who will be coming home to Albuquerque in a few weeks. He's named after Rondo, for both the rondo and canon are circular forms of music, like the round of "Row, Row Your Boat," or Pachelbel's Canon. I was thinking about Rondo during the weekend and wondering how it would be with a new pup.
When I was returning to Albuquerque, we were moved to a a new gate at the last minute. As all the people waiting for the plane traipsed down the concourse, I spotted two pennies underfoot. Now, the Las Vegas airport is heavily crowded, but I edged my way in and rescued the two pennies. I doubt most people in the airport would risk stooping down for two pennies. But then, they weren't getting a message from an angel.
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