Mood: hug me
Topic: "The Longest Day" (5)
Some of the following, for some, will be somehat familiar, but all need to know that Tom Bombadil is a good man. It was on a drive to the coast that the half-beagle, half-dachshund was discovered in the median of the endless highway. Infested with ticks, and suffering a deformed foot, the less obvious heartworms were potentially fatal. It was a kind act of generosity that this big and gentle man picked up the small dog, and brought her home from the road to Savannah.
Savannah prospered as the years passed, alongside her ancient friend named Canaan, and she grew especially fond of Fiona, her next-door neighbor in the Shire. Just when it seemed that all her troubles where behind her, Savannah awoke one morning, and was unable to walk. Tom Bombadil learned that this affliction is not uncommon in the long and low, and that, over time, it might heal itself. In the interim, he had a small chariot fashioned for the queen, who adapted to the refreshed mobility with vigor. So much so that Tom Bombadil often found her hundreds of yards away in the playground in the School of the Shire, visiting with the curious. Tom Bombadil noted that many of the concerned and curious were, pardon the expression, "babes," and a new symbiosis was discovered for the formerly-married Tom Bombadil.
Tom Bombadil was suffering financial setbacks which have continued to this very moment. He never, ever, let that detract from his concern on behalf of Savannah. With Sam's counsel, he sought the advice of an acupuncturist, and took Savannah in for treatment with regularity. Over time, the treatments proved helpful. However, unfortunately, the muscles had atrophied so greatly that she simply lacked the muscular structure to return to normalcy. As more time passed, Savannah took it all in stride, since she had learned to perform "wheelies," and had climbed Kennesaw Mountain, with only minor assistance. Tom Bombadil learned to carry her outside whenever nature called, and to assist her in the disposition of waste. Again, it seemed as if her distress was at an end.
Cancer is as threatening to the canine as it is to the Hobbit. Tumors became as obvious beneath the skin, as did those which pushed outward and ruptured. The veterinarian told Tom Bombadil that he now estimated her to be "just about 19 years old." Despite the magnitude, it also meant that further treatment was beyond the call to good judgment.
Sam was distraught. Savannah had a special place in her heart for anyone who would deliver cookies on command, like Sam. Sam thought it especially cruel that such a good and loving owner would be coming home to an empty house, amid the distress of mortgage payments lagging behind and multiple jobs offering little assistance.
Tom Bombadil sought advice from Frodo. Frodo, experienced in such matters, told him that a good, deep grave would be therapeutic, as if it were one more gift he could offer to his companion, and helped Tom select a spot near the flowers surrounding the bird bath. Frodo noted, yesterday, that Tom started to dig, although it had been Frodo's intent that Tom do so afterwards, rather than in preparation.
Today was the topical. Frodo came home, and Sam stood with him as they peered across the fence. The mound of dirt was still there, and the grave was empty. Tom was nowhere to be seen.