Sunday, March 08, 2009

To Our Beloved Dog

Bro brought you 16 years ago already... you were just a ball of black fur with two amazing blue eyes. I know that some people offered money for you when bro was just killing time for the bus home. I also remember how mum told bro off saying she didn´t want any dog at home but then she was the one who was always there looking after you and tonight she is the one who is crying because tomorrow your elderly suffering will stop. I remember my best times with you on the local beach, throwing the stick, walking looking the waves or just sitting on the sand. I remember thinking how silly people were for crying for pets. Tonight I am crying, and bro is crying and mum is crying. And my thoughts are just with you my beloved friend who just happened to be from another specie. I missed you every single day all those years. You are up there, in the same picture with dad.


As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.

Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.

It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future,
But just last week,
You were here.

Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.

More days pass,;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.

Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.

More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.

I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.

The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.

Author: Jenine Stanley


Anonymous said...

I don't know how you write poetry like that in English...

I'm so sorry - I nearly met him once.

Lots of love


Coffee Tambourine said...

Hi pianista
I wish the poem was mine!
I just copied it from somewhere in the net.
Lots of love to you and to the future pianista.