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.


Animal Rescue…the Greater Good

From a childhood tainted with dysfunction…I attempt to recall little.  I find it ‘easier’ that way.  That does not mean, I do not remember our ‘first’ cat!  Her name had been, Kitty!  A long haired Calico…she passed from ‘surliness and too much wet food!’  Kitty left a permanent indentation in the couch cushion; where she lay every hour of everyday!  Other than, her getting up to use the box and eat more food.

From Kitty to our last four legged child, who just passed over the Rainbow Bridge, her name being, Butta.  I know in the deepest sanctum of my soul.  Life would have been far more difficult without a ‘family pet’ in the circle.  The circle I so humbly call, the functional, furry, family!



One of the most difficult days for any pet owner is the day their pet passes away. That’s because pets are more than just furry creatures that live in our homes — they’re part of our families.

If we take a moment and think deeply about our relationships with our pets, it’s easy to see why they’re so beloved. If we’re upset or depressed for any reason at all, our pets can often cheer us up. Their loyalty and devotion are unmet by most humans, and they each have their own personality.


Because pets play such a pivotal role in our lives, our grief when we lose them is genuine and devastating. For most pet owners, our emotional ties to our pets are powerful.

But there are some people who don’t understand that grief, often because they have no pets of their own and simply don’t quite understand the pull they have on our lives. In turn, they don’t understand the empty spot in our hearts that immediately appears when they pass away.

When someone you know is grieving the loss of their fur baby — which is bound to happen, as their lives are impact-ful but far too short — here are a few tips to keep in mind:


For some people, it can be hard to comprehend the closeness between pet and human. But pets are part of their owners’ lives day in and day out. They interact constantly, and pets are deeply intertwined with their humans’ daily routines. There are habits that both human and pet develop together, and when a pet is no longer there to snuggle their owner on the couch when they’re sick, or keep them company when they do yard-work, or curl up on their lap while they’re reading a book — that absence is jarring.

Once outsiders understand how ingrained that relationship is, the more they can appreciate how that person is grieving.

Some people are honestly closer to their pets than human members of their family.

Jill S. Cohen, a family grief counselor, explains how the relationship between an animal and a human can be more fulfilling than a human and a human:

“There is an unconditional love that a pet provides, where often a human relationship does not necessarily provide that. Also, a pet is reliable and has provided the security and stability through the owner’s life which often transcends other relationships. Children may leave home, a spouse may leave or be absent for a period of time. Parents may die. Friendships may drift. But the pet is always there — a source of comfort, a source of continuity in life, of constant companionship, a way for the owner to show love to a living being. A pet also provides a sense of routine for its owner. This may give the owner some consistency in life — feeding, walking, caring for the dog, tending to the pet’s needs. The bond between a human and a pet can sometimes be like none other.”

Our relationships with our pets are actually complex, and it takes time to cope with their loss.




It’s crucial to recognize and validate the pain that someone is feeling after the loss of a pet — even if you yourself don’t quite understand the loss. Avoid comforting them by offering “solutions” that only make it worse — things like, “You can pick out a new pet now, though, right?” or “It was only an animal.”

Every pet is unique, and has its own habits, quirks, and preferences. Even though someone who lost a pet may indeed eventually bring another pet into their lives, mentioning that as a solution for their current grief or implying that their lost pet can be easily replaced only hurts them further. Yes, a person can get a new pet, but it’s not going to be the same as the pet that was lost. Suggesting that is callous.

If you’re unsure what to say, then listen to what they have to say. Sit with them and let them talk. Sometimes comforting someone comes down to simply being in their company.


This is an important tip to remember. Grief doesn’t have a time limit, and there is an incredible amount of grief when a pet is lost. It’s impossible to rush through it or ignore it — otherwise you can’t fully heal. Some people may be able to lapse back into their daily routine with relative ease, while others may take days or weeks or months to adjust.



Rainbow Bridge Revisited


During my morning, daily reflection; I not only thank my Higher Power for all the gifts I have received.  I thank Her for every animal who has graced my life.

…Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

  • John Galsworthy


A dog not only gives what they have; they give to us….everything they are!

Homage to Allie


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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