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  • The Neighborhood | Coyote Crossing
    and then decide At one block from the top I meet the end boss the demon most difficult to beat My ankle starts to ache and I think without intending to of that time in 1997 when I ran on a sore ankle and limped afterward for months This demon is suave a fighter native to my internal territory He knows the terrain well His voice is comforting nurturing Are you overtraining Chris You shouldn t be forcing yourself to run if it hurts He plays all the angles What s with the ridiculous stoicism the macho You ve done great already There s no shame in stopping here I tell him to get back to me in a hundred yards A hundred yards won t make all that much difference to an overtrained ankle unless I twist it which I could do just as easily walking home Twenty yards on as I run down a narrow walk cloaked in overgrown oat and mustard a rustle comes from my left This is skunk country I am hypervigilant these days Every hair stands on end and then I see the source of the noise a black tailed deer We run together for a hundred yards my pace feeling the way hers looks a long series of slow buoyant arcs I am demon free for another mile or so Divorce is looming though and displacement dislocation as of bone from socket This is a perfect run I think even running into this tree shattering wind even running into this North wind driving tall whitecaps on flat San Pablo Bay and after June when wilI I see the Bay again My laps through this neighborhood are numbered I stop running then without even thinking about stopping at around 3 5K I walk a little I turn around and walk past the spot where I stopped about a hundred yards past and turn again and when I am ten feet from the demon spot I begin running again a hundred yards at a time Again I approach the swallow bridge a quarter mile away I will stop there I promise the demons Let me make it there and I will stop That s 4 5K I can live with 4 5K Let me get that far and I ll let you win At the far end of the bridge I turn ready to stop An enormous red moon is rising It hangs low over the hills only eight hours before it s full The wind shifts a little blows my hair off my back and over my shoulder It streams in front of me I force myself to stop at 5K Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Hiking The Creek The Neighborhood on April 20 2008 by Chris Clarke Kind words by Chris Clarke It s been two days and I still can t come up with the right words to express how touched I

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  • Thistle | Coyote Crossing
    me into my office This day was not starting well I followed her In the two seconds it took for me to walk in shut the door and turn to look at her she d gotten pretty damned comfortable curled up on my divan with those long legs tucked beneath her I ve been retired for years Mr Thistle I haven t chased in nearly as long I m as trustworthy a soul as you given the life you lead are likely to meet She bared a set of sharp white teeth at me I eventually realized she was smiling And besides if you look at the advance I ve placed on your desk I think you ll see I can make it worth your while On my desk was the biggest pile of lettuce I d ever seen I tried not to react Things had been tight since my partner died He was better at keeping clients The landlady was on my case and my bills all had big red print on them If she could pay like that I needed this job But I couldn t seem too eager I turned to face her She was watching me coolly It made me nervous I swallowed it Okay lady I m all ears She was quiet for a second deciding whether or not to laugh A valued possession of mine has been taken I would very much like it returned She nodded at the desk again I walked over She d put a folder next to the pile of green I opened it There was a photo inside I looked at it I looked back at her She looked at me Why lady I beg your pardon Couldn t you just get another cheeseburger If you re not interested in the job Mr Thistle I understand Though I am disappointed Is it the money I can offer more The money is fine It was the first time I d ever said anything like that I figured I d run downstairs to MacGuffin s buy her another cheeseburger keep the change and everyone s happy including a few collection agents who d been trying to get to know me better I just don t understand why this one burger is so important Do you have to Honestly Mr Thistle I really can make it worth your while She stretched those long legs a sweet little groan escaping her lips got up off the couch and walked over to me I really have heard nothing but good things about your your work It doesn t matter if she s a dog When a dame starts licking me behind the ears there s not much I can do but roll over Night fell like a dead cat out of a tree I was cursing myself for a sucker By the time Lady had told me there was a falcon involved I d agreed to take the job I don t like falcons They bother me This usually isn t a problem I leave them alone if they leave me alone But she d seen a falcon flying off with the goods Oh well Work is work There was a place by the docks where falcons roosted I figured I d go there and sniff around do a little digging I got as far as the produce terminal on Water Street before it started that feeling I get sometimes like there s a conga line of fleas marching up and down my spine It always means trouble Then came the shout I started running At least it wasn t a cat I hate cats Cats are trouble This was just a human slow and dim a big monkey angry at the rabbit in his produce No gun Just a mop A sorry specimen It d been years since I d loitered in the produce terminal You can t stay a delinquent forever Or that s what they keep telling me But I guess it s like using a liberty ball You just remember how My old moves came back I played with him a little ran just out of his reach a ways let him think he was gonna catch me At the end of the terminal was a huge pile of carrots and behind the carrots were two shipping containers a foot apart A refuge I sprinted They were some damn good carrots old fashioned Danvers Kyoto Reds some purple ones from the Middle East somewhere I had enough of a lead to get a few bites of each Damn it was good to taste something besides corner store Chantenays Why did I stop hanging out here again I asked myself Oh right The goons I answered He caught up to me a stupid evil smirk on his puss Just as he swung I ducked between the containers His killing blow with the mop landed on cement Splat I chuckled I still had it I hopped over a pile of trash between the containers and my back suddenly felt like an entire flea nightclub Something was very wrong I went back There was something about that trash pile something underneath that crumpled oily newspaper that set me on edge A falcon I screamed I jumped Forgetting where I was I turned sideways in mid air hit the side of the container hard fell and slammed into the pavement next to the falcon The falcon wasn t moving Neither was I That damn prey reflex kicks in at the worst of times After a minute I realized I wasn t dead After another I realized the falcon was I pulled the newspaper off his corpse and took a look No exit wounds no obvious broken bones not so much as a bent feather Odd He d had an alarmed expression when he kicked it but when don t they I couldn t tell what had killed him And then I smelled it I

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  • Travel | Coyote Crossing
    I would through blinking fogged and amniotic eyes have seen it shining down below in the low afternoon sun of winter I have swum in it but seldom spent only a few hours of my life able to reach its water Still it is an ancestral home like Olduvai It is the place from which I sprung I recognize it on sight I know of no other lake like it It is distinctive even from a thousand miles up posing a question to the sky I have tried my whole life and failed to answer V After my first few years of living in a city the usual pubescent complaints preoccupying me my parents dragged me out shopping They stopped at a nursery an unusual thing for them I disappeared into the stock out back There was a row of red maples stout saplings in 15 gallon cans I walked between them and stopped surprised Someone had hauled them there in rough rows for minimum wage thinking of lunch and his sore back and yet I walked into them as a bored child and became a monk pacing a pleached arbor a startling sudden calm in a time when calm was rare I was surprised I walked again through the temporary grove and felt the calm again until my evening impatient parents found me and we went off to buy groceries VI I think sometimes that the landscape is superfluous to my pursuit of it that I could love a New Jersey ragweed lot as fully as a roadless sagebrush valley I have borne places in my heart for years the verge of Buttermilk Falls the day before I left New York when I cut off a lock of hair and burned it and then returned after years and been unable to find them again Did they exist at all Mid Hills aflame my Buffalo commune refuge from my family now a vacant lot forests I loved razed and neighborhoods fallen to the dozer blade The one place in New York the most like home gone now the heart cut out of it when my grandmother died the trees and hills still there the roads still there my family still there but the spark gone out And yet I roll through those hills in dreams too a child again and impatient to see her VII Not long after I left New York my visits to the dreamed lake decreased in number By two years on or three they had stopped altogether VIII Beyond that dreaming range lies a narrow dry valley and east of it the big Sierra Nevada not too different from its waking self East of the Sierra starts the desert though not the same one as in life At altitude the rocks color changes the trees thin quickly and a thousand inviting trails emerge from the forest to thread through sinuous red rock I start out on those trails and awake Farther east around the location of Fallon in the waking world a desert valley holds a familiar town a mix of Tucson and Moab with perhaps a little Santa Cruz I have visited that small city many times Some nights I move to that dream city and am making copies of my new house keys when I awake IX There is a lake there sometimes I have camped along its shore paved with round granite cobbles the size of cars Sometimes I am alone Once I camped there with two much beloved friends one dead the other living in a life now forever separated from mine and we lit the backpacking stove and found sandy places to lay our sleeping bags A ranger showed up and told us we needed a permit and I went to get one and I had sat through almost the entire required orientation before I woke up Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Biography Desert Travel on August 1 2007 by Chris Clarke A rough chronology of the last week or so by Chris Clarke A week ago we realized that our decision of the week before that I would stay home to take care of the rabbit instead of going to Seattle as planned a decision prompted by the lack of boarding slots at the House Rabbit Society was perhaps not exactly the right decision After our friend Andrea volunteered to check in on Thistle from time to time we made new plans I would drive up to Seattle with Becky to visit her sister s family and then I d drive back a few days later and she d fly back a few days after that Wednesday realized that my schedule would not likely permit a visit to Nina Sent an apologetic email explaining such Accidentally sent the email from Becky s account which scared her given my choice of subject line Some Sad News Consoled myself by deciding to call Auguste for a coffee visit on my way through Oregon heading south perhaps with a stop at Powell s Books Asked Auguste for his phone number Got some work done Cleaned house Went to sleep Had fitful dreams populated by bitter abandoned rabbits Thursday Put a year s supply of food and water and a toy into Thistle s cage and locked him in Left house painfully early drove up I 5 to Weed with a visit en route to a blasé woodpecker in a rest stop south of Red Bluff and then passed through one of my favorite parts of California on our way over to Route 97 Headed north into Oregon through Klamath Falls rolled into Crater Lake NP around 3 00 in the afternoon Committed various wilful and wanton acts of blatant tourism Slept on ground in a forest after reading myself to sleep with The Snoring Bird by Bernd Heinrich which took some time seeing as it s a fascinating book Friday morning Drank coffee

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  • Video | Coyote Crossing
    Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Animals Endangered Species Extinction Science Video Visual Art on January 16 2009 by Chris Clarke Thylacine by Chris Clarke In addition to a brief wishful thinking introductory clip of an alleged recent sighting this video contains all known footage of Thylacinus cynocephalus the largest predatory marsupial of modern times The Thylacine also known as the Tasmanian wolf and the Tasmanian tiger though it was of course neither wolf nor tiger has been extinct for 72 years The last one died in Hobart Tasmania s zoo in 1936 Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Animals Endangered Species Science Video Visual Art on January 16 2009 by Chris Clarke Eartha abides by Chris Clarke Dayumn Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Video on December 25 2008 by Chris Clarke Chile Pepper Lights by Chris Clarke Update If I believed in ghosts I know who I d think did this Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Animals Friends Science Video Visual Art Zeke on December 24 2008 by Chris Clarke Post navigation Older posts Search for On the Coyot es Network On Forgetting My Field Guide Birds and Words Published on September 16 2015 by Julia Zarankin My Hit Single Are Warblers Less Important Than Tigers Reconciliation Ecology Published on September 12 2015 by Madhusudan Katti Making Friends With Crows The Corvid Blog Published on August 2 2015 by The Corvid Blog The Heart of Freedom Cecil the Lion Wild Within Published on July 29 2015 by Jennifer Molidor There s Gold in Them Hills Dispersal Range Published on June 28 2015 by Meera Lee Sethi California note 1 Slow Water Movement Published on July 7 2015 by slowwatermovement Joe Eaton calls Fowl A Review Toad In The Hole Published on July 4 2015 by Joe Eaton The other invisible hand View from Elephant Hills Published on 5 June 2015 by T R Shankar Raman The Silurian Valley spared but will it be conserved Miracle or Mirage Published on December 5 2014 by Patrick Donnelly Lone Pine s lone pine Is Dead InyoOwnWay Published on August 13 2014 by Mike Prather A Good Defense Is Not Enough The Not Essential List Published on August 18 2013 by Shaun G Nevada Part 2 Basin and Range Watch Published on July 17 2013 by Basin and Range Watch Recent Posts Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist And this is his sofa is it Let Er Drift Louis Sahagun makes it into the Joshua Tree book Moon s up Recent Comments cithra on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist katrinkavt on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist chigau on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist Dale Favier on And this is his sofa is it eamon knight on

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  • Visual Art | Coyote Crossing
    George Wuerthner on the threat to our public lands of dirtbikes off trail 4X4s jetskis quads dune buggies and other expensive playthings of the lazy elite The documentary serves as promotion for Wuerthner s book of the same name NB Late in the documentary is a short but unnecessary reference to the obesity crisis in the US a false note and beside the point Able bodied skinny people need to haul their lazy asses out of the driver s seat too Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Off Roaders Video Visual Art on February 16 2009 by Chris Clarke Post navigation Older posts Search for On the Coyot es Network On Forgetting My Field Guide Birds and Words Published on September 16 2015 by Julia Zarankin My Hit Single Are Warblers Less Important Than Tigers Reconciliation Ecology Published on September 12 2015 by Madhusudan Katti Making Friends With Crows The Corvid Blog Published on August 2 2015 by The Corvid Blog The Heart of Freedom Cecil the Lion Wild Within Published on July 29 2015 by Jennifer Molidor There s Gold in Them Hills Dispersal Range Published on June 28 2015 by Meera Lee Sethi California note 1 Slow Water Movement Published on July 7 2015 by slowwatermovement Joe Eaton calls Fowl A Review Toad In The Hole Published on July 4 2015 by Joe Eaton The other invisible hand View from Elephant Hills Published on 5 June 2015 by T R Shankar Raman The Silurian Valley spared but will it be conserved Miracle or Mirage Published on December 5 2014 by Patrick Donnelly Lone Pine s lone pine Is Dead InyoOwnWay Published on August 13 2014 by Mike Prather A Good Defense Is Not Enough The Not Essential List Published on August 18 2013 by Shaun G Nevada Part 2 Basin and Range Watch Published on July 17 2013 by Basin and Range Watch Recent Posts Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist And this is his sofa is it Let Er Drift Louis Sahagun makes it into the Joshua Tree book Moon s up Recent Comments cithra on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist katrinkavt on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist chigau on Some reasons I have been called a radical environmentalist Dale Favier on And this is his sofa is it eamon knight on Social media isn t Get my free email newsletter Enter your email address powered by TinyLetter On Twitter Tweets by canislatrans Feeds RSS Posts RSS Comments My writing at Beacon Napping In the Belly Of The King August 27 2015 The Central Valley s Second Coming May 27 2015 The Desert Is Not Your Blank Canvas April 19 2015 Cynicism and Sentiment In The Desert February 17 2015 Coyote Hunting January 14 2015 What Kind Of Jerk Kills Coyotes For Fun December 10 2014 Permanence December 5 2014 My writing at KCET You Can Help

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  • Wildlife | Coyote Crossing
    out a bit of his frustration by chasing the quail barreling into groups of six or seven birds and busting them up I don t have the patience to watch the Olympics but why should I when I have world class quail bowling going on right here Though tomorrow s bout may well be rained out Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Natural History Photography and tagged backyard Joshua Tree rabbits Wildlife on July 29 2012 by Chris Clarke The Wily And Elusive Desert Bighorn Sheep by Chris Clarke Found it This is both one of my favorite photos of me and one of the most troubling Bright Angel Trail October 1992 People were feeding her M Ms Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Desert photos Wildlife on May 1 2008 by Chris Clarke Bear joke by Chris Clarke Bear Joke by Robert Caputo hat tip Hank Fox Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged photos Wildlife on May 1 2008 by Chris Clarke Lichen on pallid manzanita by Chris Clarke There are two places in the world to which this manzanita Arctostaphylos pallida is native One is a small part of the Oakland hills in and near the Huckleberry Regional Botanic Preserve The other is where Matthew and I hiked yesterday on Sobrante Ridge I haven t been there in so long The species habitat is mostly protected from development though some of the Oakland Hills stand is on private land and a few got cut down to the ground by utility right of way brush clearers in 1992 I found the amputated limbs lying by the roadside a day later I don t think anyone ever paid for that particular crime But a couple good fires with bad recovery conditions following or a five degree increase in average temperature combined with more summer precipitation a strong possibility on the coast and these plants could be in serious trouble Those are possibilities though We sat beneath the current reality yesterday Seeing new growth and a new potential generation on an endangered species a good feeling Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Hiking The Neighborhood Wildlife on April 21 2008 by Chris Clarke Some Observations on Xantusia vigilis by Chris Clarke I The quartz pebbled path blinds Cicada song in waves rises shimmering hot Joshua limb is down In the sparse shade beneath tiny eyes watch placid II Lift the Joshua trunk It is light as balsa Termitary crumbles dust frass wafts aimless Suddenly sunlit they make for the shade panting III They breed in the late spring They bear their offspring live One to three in each brood August through October Though they re called night lizards They re active in daylight IV Janós Xantús exults Baird funds more collecting He must leave the desert Meet the

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  • Writing | Coyote Crossing
    than the cargo on those remembered container ships was part of the ships Some few of the bread s atoms will stay in my body for months or years Is this body me This hair these nails They grow and are cut away month after month but I remain A breath will pass out of this body in a second the calcium in my bones in a few years A candle flame a minute old contains none of the matter it did when it was lit What is the flame Not a thing A specific process occurring in a specific region of the universe It is easy enough to say where the flame is or to describe its characteristics But to define what that flame is in a way that distinguishes it from all other flames Three and a half billion years ago in the thin fetorous scum that wet this planet chemistry folded in on itself and became biology A cell split in two then four and then ten quadrillion living things emerged diversifying in turn bacteria absorbed into other cells to become mitochondria and nuclei and other organelles those host cells teaming up to form living tissue tissue joining with tissue to form organisms A billion years ago some of those organisms began to perceive the universe or at least that part of it that surrounded them Biology folded in on itself to form the rudiments of sentience Some time later came another fold a handful of organisms began to perceive themselves perceiving the universe The universe folded in on itself and formed selves I am an example of an emergent property of organisms with a sufficiently complex central nervous system And this is still no definition but merely a capsule history Not even a flame merely a spark in a long slow conflagration a literal banked fire the whole clade of aerobic lifeforms of which I am an insignificant member It is not a coincidence that as I ponder what exactly it is I am these last weeks I have not been sleeping much though in which direction the causality runs I am not entirely sure In the creosote and Joshua trees the questions seem less pressing I may not know what I am but I know whatever I am is thirsty and has sore feet and then the coyotes distract my attention even from that much I cease to think about myself and become a lizard a trilobite a central nervous system attuned to light and temperature and sound and not given overmuch to whinging metaphysics In the city that dissolution is denied me I ruminate I run past events over in my mind I exercise myself over insults yet to come Someone once loved who pretends I do not exist or an anticipated difficulty made more difficult by anticipation and I lay alert and skinless as the helicopters wheel over the hills When dreams come they predictably take me home I was going to say but it is no more I dream of the Bay Area where I lived for longer than some of my friends have been alive and yet there are aspects of other places mixed in Niagara Falls and tidal basins and mountains that never rose out of any plain on earth This is another tack people choose to define themselves the where and what the occupation and residence the relationships and loves and possessions to define me by listing what is mine An object lesson my own me everything that was mine four years ago in whatever sense of the word you choose is mine no longer A troublesome pronoun that ambiguous and prone to misinterpretation used to denote relationship my spouse custodianship my dog ownership my garden responsibility my job membership my community and some odd hybrid of ownership and identity my heart The question who are you is answered as often as not with a bullet pointed list of mines and yet I remain more or less who I was despite losing almost everything on that list in the last two years It is a question more easily avoided than answered and were I in the desert right now asleep more than likely I would The boundary between me and not me resists resolution one state fading into the other an atom at a time as the thin universal matrix fades slowly into Planet Earth bit by exospheric bit Hard vacuum outside and then imperceptibly the temperature of your ablative shield begins to rise Where does the atmosphere end and interplanetary space begin Where does the candle flame verge into what is merely heated air You may as well choose an arbitrary line Each of us a fold into which the self awareness of the universe is inexorably drawn All of us events without event horizons Soon enough the fabric of the universe will anneal itself of the aperture that is me entropy fulfilled and order restored and the question of what I am will lose what little meaning it has Share this Email Like this Like Loading This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged Writing on March 19 2009 by Chris Clarke Xolotl by Chris Clarke Citrus flower hangs heavy in rain washed air Restless parrots argue over palmfruit their brilliant green tails flashes against the lapis sky Coyolxauhqui s round white face watches over all from above the temple Xolotl s blood drips on the parched soil He watches each drop fall his bright star in the west following the sun toward the ocean His vessel heavy his blade worn Xolotl regards the traffic on Alvarado Street This blood this sacrifice that in Mictlan could raise the dead from their dry bones here falls lifeless to the pavement splatters the low and whitewashed wall of cinderblock between the parking lot and the 99 cent store He carries the dead to their eternal home he guards the sun in its transit of hell each night and longing

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  • Zeke | Coyote Crossing
    control techniques some of which worked for a while Five months before he died he began to lose weight and his blood sugar crashed and it became imperative that we keep him abundantly fed The vets eyed his kidney function with concern It was abnormal but the vets couldn t come up with any explanation other than the possibility of cancer which they then ruled out with further tests Zeke s appetite was fantastic even as he dwindled My ex and I pulled out all the stops feeding him The end was looming and spoiling him was no longer an issue and so he ate chicken And turkey And ground bison from Trader Joes He ate dried chicken strips meatloaf from the supermarket deli hamburgers no onions and barbecue from the joint down the road as much dry dog food as he wanted He d always been thin and he d always been a bit of a picky eater and yet when he turned down a bite of food I would fret But no matter how disinclined he was to eat he d always accept a dog snack from the cupboard The Jerky Treats brand was his favorite to the point where the trade name Jerky Treats became in our household one of those diluted trademarks like Kleenex both generic term and favorite piece of canine vocabulary Even when Zeke would turn down a de boned freshly roasted chicken leg he d eat three or four Jerky Treats He had to take a lot of pills too pain pills pills to keep the pain pills from hurting his stomach glucosamine occasional antibiotics and worst of all was the amantadine a drug that was available only in sicky sweet red syrup form a flu medicine for children that was also a synergist pain control drug He hated that last especially and enjoyed being pilled only a little more and so we developed a routine Twice a day I d corner him and each pill swallowed got him a kiss on his widow s peak and holding still for the syringe of syrup got him another kiss and then we d head for the cupboard and get a Jerky Treat and he d take it outside and eat it I felt guilty enough about the amantadine that I usually gave him two or three Jerky Treats at a time In December 2006 it was clear that he was done for but good dog he kept hanging on The vets began to make insinuations about decisions His back legs were weaker and weaker His blood work still showed abnormal liver and kidney function and those scared me but failure of either of those organs is usually preceded by nausea or at least loss of appetite Zeke was still eating well I d lost a cat to kidney failure and vowed that I wouldn t let Zeke go that way but as long as he enjoyed eating I relaxed about that a little He needed 24 7 care by mid December I did some creative scheduling with my enviro magazine editing job worked at home as much as I could took advantage of the holidays and then quit in early January I slept in two or three hour stretches for several weeks on the couch in the living room where I could help him in and out the door when he needed it several times a night He found it increasingly difficult to stand His right rear leg weak with arthritis pain his left stiff from compensatory overuse he was an unstable tripod throughout January Staying in one place facing one direction meant turning in wobbly circles every so often His right leg would collapse and he d pivot turn 360 and come to face his elevated food bowl again He would drop his Jerky Treat on the ground and be unable to reach it I d pick it up hand it to him Despite eating more than I did his weight continued to drop throughout January He dropped below forty pounds by mid month two thirds of his baseline healthy weight He continued to eat right up until February 2 The vet came to our house the next day We buried Zeke in the backyard My friend Matthew came over and did most of the digging We put two Jerky Treats next to his face before we covered him up The next weeks were a blur as we adjusted to life without Zeke The degree to which he had soldered our failing marriage together became apparent The garden that had been my refuge was now a cemetery I threw myself into topical writing venting my loss in political venom When the news broke a couple weeks after Zeke died that thousands of pets across the US were dying of melamine poisoning I flinched then consoled myself that as horrible as the news was I no longer had a personal stake in it I had neither anyone for whose protection from such a thing I was responsible nor a job that would have included reporting on the topic I was a bystander horrified at the idea but not personally affected I made certain Zeke s 20 pounds of leftover dry food wasn t on the recall lists before we donated it to the shelter down the road and I chatted with pet owning friends about the issue and that was it And so I didn t find out until yesterday that it was more than just canned dog food and kibble that were recalled in March 2007 after thousands of dogs died of melamine poisoning I didn t find out until yesterday that Jerky Treats a product of the Del Monte Corporation had been included in the recall Melamine killed pets by inducing kidney failure due to toxic crystals forming in the kidneys Most of the deaths were sudden and dramatic including for instance several animals who died after taking part in an industry

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