“Pets,” most people call them, because they are, and no malice in the phrase: it means something good and kind, it speaks a perfectly valid love, if one irrelevant to what is happening with me and Gilgamesh, or what happened with Mandala, or Buddha, or Osiris, or Bear-Cat, or Thumbs, or Panther, or Hercules, or above all Shalom, with whom I was so entwined I almost died when someone killed him, or others I could name but for what? Those who know, know. Those who don’t, won’t, no matter whom I name, no matter what stories they blank out when I speak: the words are meaningless buzz coming from my mouth, and in that fathomless gap, intimacy drowns.
Gilgamesh's mother was a Dalmatian and his father was a god. He is an athlete, a comedian, a quantum physicist, and is under consideration for both a Nobel Peace Prize and an Emmy Award. His current project is hacking into NASA while swimming the English Channel. He is prone to hyperbole. He is also starving to death and has never been given a treat in his whole life.
If you'd like to enter the frenzied bidding war over the rights to his memoirs - which are engraved on stone tablets - email us at gilgablog (at) gmail (dot) com.
If you don't know where the name Gilgamesh comes from, you should read this right away.
Gilly came from the Thomas J. O'Connor Animal Control and Adoption Center when he was a 7 week old lump closely resembling a thoroughly-chewed kalamata olive pit. He was one of 10 puppies whose pregnant mother was tied to a lamp-post and abandoned. Please spay and neuter, and adopt homeless animals. And please: send shelter or rescue organizations money, volunteer, or call to see if there's anything else you can do. They need your help.
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