Sunday morning's invisible friend

When we occasionally have eggs for breakfast, it's usually on the weekend, and this Sunday morning was our rare day to have them. I scrambled three eggs, heated three sausage patties in the microwave, and toasted three blueberry waffles. As I served the eggs onto our plates, I was of course thinking that I should be raking some of them into Wally's bowl....Siegfried hasn't begun to eat people food yet, as I suppose he will at some point.
    Wally, though no longer with us in a tangible way, remains our invisible friend. And, this being Sunday, it occurred to me that many people today in America and throughout the world are hastening to church to commune with their own invisible friend, the dog spelled backward whom they fall down and worship, pray to, expect big things of, and know as "God." Though that particular invisible friend never was with anybody in a tangible way, not having existed outside these and earlier people's minds, "he" has, as a fable on the order of a child's secret friend, been in residence for a long time in imaginations. So it is perhaps as natural for them to remember their invisible friend this morning as it was for me to remember Wally.

Photo taken February 17, 2008