By the Rivers of Babylon
Zion, a beautiful German Shepherd, has Degenerative Myelopathy.. and a family who loves him greatly.
My sister's beautiful boy dog, Zion, has DM. Zion's deterioration is heartbreaking, but Janet meets it with a fortitude I do not possess. Instead, I deal with the grief in the only way I can -- I'm a writer, I write.
The following story was written as a Beauty and the Beast TV fanfic. For those unfamiliar with fandom, the writer takes the world and characters of the show and adds his or her own spin. There is both form and a series "canon" to follow. This story broke all the rules. It has a character of my own creation (Max) and deals with a sticky subject -- animals.
Without Cindy, without La Paw Spa, Zion's quality of life would be infinitely less. Visiting La Paw Spa is like taking a trip back in time to Warm Springs during the days of Polio. It provides a rare and special service -- and comfort and to some extent even hope. I cannot even begin to put a value on it!
Author's note: I write fic because I love Beauty and the Beast. The tunnel world is a magical place. Anything is possible there - maybe even a cure for DM. Degenerative Myelopathy is a canine genetic auto-immune disease that affects German Shepherd Dogs. It causes neurological problems, paralysis and eventual death. DM has been compared to human MS, but dogs have no voice to express their needs. It's up to us to listen with other ears. The dog in this fic is happy because his human sees the value in his Life - she worked with all her heart to give him one more good day. She did that even though she knows the bad day will come. If only we all were so generous with those we love, then the world of Beauty and the Beast would be a reality.
This fic is based on a true story.
By The Rivers Of Babylon
"Pascal, would mind if I just sat in here for a while?"
The pipemaster smiled with delight. He hadn't expected to see Max before his shift ended; and here she was standing in the door of the pipe chamber. The smile faded when he got a good look at her face. It was dark and still in a way he'd never seen before. He quickly left his post and went to her.
"Of course, I don't mind, Max," he said. "What's wrong?"
"Mouse told me he was taught animals have no souls," Max replied. Up close she looked physically ill. "He said that most people think animals are just animals. Is this true?"
Pascal didn't know what to say. He'd never owned a pet and frankly considered Arthur the raccoon a monumental nuisance.
"Well is it?"
"I... I don't know," Pascal stammered. His Max was so obviously upset and hurt that he was afraid the truth would only hurt her more. He lied. Big mistake.
Her violet eyes flashed fire. "I hate it when you lie to me," she spat. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "I never lie to you."
"I know, Max," he said, quietly. "It's a reflex." The pipemaster put his "tappers" under one arm, and offered his upturned hand to her. "I'm sorry."
Max extended her arm and softly tapped his open palm with her index finger. My heart hurts, she coded.
"I can see that," Pascal replied, gently encircling her finger with his fist. "Do you want me to answer your question now?"
"Max, I don't know how it is Above," he said. "But, here, yes, animals are just animals - even Arthur. Human survival comes first and that's the way it is."
"Well, that's just asinine," Max said. "No soul is more valuable than any other."
"I didn't say it was a matter of value. I said it was a matter of survival."
Max was very still. She obviously didn't understand. In spite of her seemingly vast knowledge of the ugly side of human history (and her desire to prevent it), Pascal realized she couldn't grasp the simple reality of it. When reality gave her nightmares, Max sang to the moon.
She stood with her eyes locked on his for what seemed an eternity. Finally she broke the silence and asked, "Is that how you feel, Benjamin Pascal?"
"No," he replied, realizing for the first time exactly how he did feel about the subject.
"No," Pascal told her, shaking his head. He smiled from deep inside.
"I met someone in the park once," he began and then stopped. "Max, I don't know how to tell you without sounding a little crazy," he said. "In fact, I've never told anybody before."
"Just tell it," she said.
The pipes suddenly went wild. Every message demanded a relay. The pipemaster did nothing.
Max smiled at him.
Still standing holding only her finger, Pascal lost himself in a long-ago memory. "You know I rarely go Above," he began. Max nodded. "Well, maybe this stands out because I am so sheltered; but I see it like it was yesterday."
"That day," he replied. "Maybe it was a Sunday. I know it was around Yom Kippur, because my uncle Bram was really on mind. And I went Above to the park just because that's where I remember him best."
Max moved closer until they stood toe to toe. Pascal could feel her warmth.
"I walked out into this really amazing fall day. It so was crisp and cold and perfect. I could almost taste the perfection of it all." The experience of the day came down solidly to him. He wanted so much to pull Max into his memory. "I just stood at the tunnel entrance and tried to drink it in. Do you know what I mean?"
Yes, I do, she coded inside his hand.
"I stood there for a long time," he told her. "I just let the day surround me, like you surround me." He felt her smile. "And suddenly this dog just appeared in front of me. I mean, one second it wasn't there and then poof it's just there, like magic." The pipemaster laughed because the animal had been so abrupt. "And I could see it wasn't any ordinary dog."
"How could tell?" Max's eyes were not so hurt now. They had that soft look he saw only when they were alone.
"Well," Pascal said. "For one thing, it was a German Shepherd, and I wasn't afraid. I'm usually afraid of large dogs. And for another he was in a cart."
"A dog wheelchair."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No," he replied. "I'm not. "
Pascal could see that Max was enchanted. He sensed a deep understanding in her touch. "So what happened?" she asked.
"This dog looked into my eyes and smiled at me," Pascal replied. Normally, he felt uncomfortable even thinking about this story, but now he only wanted to tell the joy of it. He found his voice and went on, "I mean in one instant this dog knew me. He could see I was happy and he was too, and he smiled. That part I know, and that part was real. It's what happened next that I can't explain."
Max seemed to be drawing the story out of him using only her endless eyes.
"Max, I swear the dog spoke too me."
She looked startled but not unaccepting.
"He said jahgshe."
"Jahsghe?" she asked.
"That's what it sounded like, anyway," Pascal replied. "I heard it inside my head." He felt rather silly telling her this. "The dog said jahsghe and went away."
Max didn't say anything. She just looked at him with her violet eyes.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" the pipemaster asked. "You think it didn't happen and I'm nuts."
"No," Max said, slowly. "I don't think you're crazy. In fact, I believe you."
"Yes, I do," she replied and was silent.
Normally, Max was a very easy read. Pascal could take one look at her and tell exactly what she was thinking. Tonight, he couldn't. It was as if she was trying to decide to tell him something he wasn't supposed to know; and she wasn't at all sure if she should break the rules.
The pipes were tearing at him. He knew he'd either have to go back to them or call Kip in to cover. "Max?"
"What are you thinking?"
She raised one eyebrow and smiled at him. "Jahsghe, "she said. Soulmate, she coded.
"Is that what it means?"
"That's what I mean," Max replied. Her eyes were deep and very still. Pascal could get lost in those eyes.
"If it makes a difference, I believe the pipes have a soul, as well," he told her.
"Speaking of which," she said. "You need to get back to work."
The pipemaster didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her. "Are you all right?" he asked, softly.
"No," Max said, touching his face. "But I'm better."
"Hobbit, it only takes one voice." Her implication was clear.
"I know that," Pascal replied. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't as strong as she was, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Unless pushed, the pipemaster tended to go with the flow - even when the flow was wrong.
Max put her hand against his chest and gave him a gentle shove. "Go back to the pipes," she said, smiling her special smile. "They want you."
"And what about you?" Pascal asked. "Do you want me, too?"
Her eyes sparkled when she said, "Every minute of every day."
"I'll see you later," he called, laughing. "Count on it."
It took every ounce of his strength and skill to get the line back on track. It was a wild night.
Before Pascal went to Max, he found Mouse and told him the crazy story. Strangely, it didn't sound so crazy the second time around. It sounded like proof. Just because a belief is ingrained doesn't make it right, Pascal thought. Besides, he knew what he knew; and he knew that dog had a soul.
Max was already in bed when he finally made it back to their chamber. She'd fallen asleep reading The Origins of Nazi Genocide : From Euthanasia to the Final Solution. Pascal gently took the book from her hands and set it on the bedside table.
"Great bedtime story, Maxine Louise," he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "No wonder you have nightmares."
She stirred and mumbled something about forgetting Burleigh at the office.
The pipemaster changed into his nightshirt and quietly slipped into bed. In her sleep, Max moved to him and settled into his arms. He held her loosely, reveling in her steady breathing against his chest. Pascal knew he was a very lucky man. He'd had two perfect moments in his lifetime. This was the second one.
As he drifted into sleep, the pipemaster wondered what the dog had really meant. Maybe he'd simply shared his happiness in the day and that was all. Or it was more? Pascal thought it was more. It reminded him of that old song Narcissa sometimes sang late at night. So many layers, so many voices.
As Max pointed out, it only takes one voice. And every word means something different to every soul who sings it.
Playing in the background is part of the Beautiful Spiritual "By the rivers of Babylon". This version is the beginning of the reggae version by Bonny M.
Rivers of Babylon
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