Old Dog

A pound of gold for more time.

The grain of reflection will soon take what I chose to remember.

Below a skittish veneer will I hold your temperament dear?

Will you still hold me within your opaque gaze?

You and I, were not meant to be for all to see.

Ours is a private history.

Yours is a wild heart for comfort during human misery.

 

Homage to Allie

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Dysfunctional?  My family seemed like the Walton’s on Crack.  Families without texture?  How boring is that?

Yet, there had been pain; there had also been man’s and/or woman’s best friend.  I suppose if I were asked which animal I like to be domesticated by the most, I would have to say, the Dawg!

My family took me to the woods of New Hampshire several years before I wanted to become earthy.  They built their little log cabin.  They hung out their bear proof bird feeders. They waved at all the neighbors.

At some point during my tenure at the little shack that could Canterbury NH, I met Allie.  Allie was a beagle who knew a good meal.  Allie brought solace to everyone that met her.  And, as with anything good, Allie passed this week.  Her illness?  Lack of sleep!

So in homage to Allie.  And, to everyone’s Allie who has passed: 

 

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

 

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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