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The only doctors who helped with my depression


Ananda and Clover

“Hmm, Dr Ananda. It seems a hopeless case to me.”

“I concur Dr Clover. A very poor prognosis indeed. Does his health insurance cover euthanasia?”

“I suppose we could try an off-label dose of tickling.”

“Worth a try. We might as well administer another round of cuteness therapy while we’re at it.”

  1. Agree. I have no explanation as to why a dog crawling into my lap and gently licking my hand can be so calming. But it is, and my symptoms of anxiety and depression were greatly reduced because of this sweet little being.


  2. Sunny Boy permalink

    When the bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with
    distorted reflections, it’s never the someone you’re hoping to recognize.

    When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live,
    and you can’t sleep alone, and your memories groan, and the
    borders of night start to give.

    When you can’t save cash or conviction; you’re broke and
    you’re breaking
    -a tired shoelace or a wave.

    So long past, past-due.
    A new name for everything.

    When the one-ways collude with the map that you folded wrong, and
    the route you abandoned is always the path that you probably should be upon.

    When the bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate’s ears are all full
    with results of your breath, and the threads of your fear are
    unfurled with the tiniest pull.

    One more time, try.

    Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare at the smudge
    on a newspaper sky, and ask it to rain a new name for everything.

    Fire every phrase.
    They don’t want to work for us anymore.
    Dot and Dash our days.

    Make your face the flag of a semaphore.
    All you won’t show.
    The boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go.
    So put on those clothes you never grew into, and smile like you mean it for once.
    If you come back,

    ………………… bring a new name for everything.

    lyrics by The Weakerthans

    Dot and Dash, now those are cute names for fluffy-bunny wabbits.


    • You know, I really like those lyrics. I’m gonna have to look up The Weakerthans.

      Clover had already been named for two years when we got her. Her original owner was fond of names like ‘Clover’, ‘Willow’ and ‘Fern’.

      Ananda had been named ‘Arthur’ by the RSPCA workers we picked him up from but I figured he didn’t know it and as I’d spent 1998-2005 lobbying crossbench members of NSW Parliament I thought having two rabbits with politicians’ names was too much (even though Arthur Chesterfield-Evans was one of the nicest guys in Macquarie Street – much nicer than Clover Moore). If Ananda had more red in his coat I would have called him ‘Crimson’ in tribute to the Tommy James and The Shondells song but when I first patted him his reaction was immediate and that’s what earned him the name ‘Ananda’ (bliss).


  3. YAY bunnies! I hear you. Long-eared humor gets me through a lot. 😀


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