"As we love, we grieve. As we grieve, we love. With both, we queer our heartbrokenness.” Lama Rod Owens
Saying goodbye on June 27th to my beLoved Bat- unexpectedly, way too fucking early- has left me grappling with excruciating emptiness, a splintered heart, and a renewed awe in the power of other-kin companionship. Batti was my nesting partner, familiar, fur baby, bigLake adoring co-captain, and best friend. Queerest of intimacies, constant adventuring, I miss her playful calm, quiet confidence, wild appetite for joy, and enormous delight in almost everything (she hated fireworks and disliked snakes).
All my interspecies loves have given so much. And! I will say Bat taught me to engage the world in wild new ways. I’ve never before been gifted such enormous trust. I was four eyes- she was infinite love. I’ll carry her with me forEva. And sing her theme song (imagine infamous Monkees melody) loudly and often.
Hey hey I am Batti
and people say I batti around
I’m too busy loving to put anybody down.
I’m just trying to be friendly
Come on won’t you cuddle and play?
I’m a blind Korean Jindo
and I’ve got something to say.
Hey hey I’m Batti
and people say I batti around
I’m too busy loving
to put any body down. xoxo