shellycheval
The Living Force
Sorry to hear of your loss Voyageur of one of life's more profound gifts--animal companions. Belle is so sweet looking, and beautiful--she is similar to dogs I've had in the past, cherished, now gone.
My condolences to you and your family.
Jones your beautiful poem made me cry--in a good way--as I remember the many gifts of animal friendship and their loss over the years--thank you for sharing it.
I wrote a similar poem a while back that kind of picks up where yours finishes, about being reunited in "Heaven" with our loved ones; I will share it here in hopes it will contribute to the grieving process we must all go through when we lose those who we have been the closest to us in our many lives.
The Stone House with the Tall Pine and a Round Barn in the Field
When I arrive at my home in heaven
I’ll walk up the familiar stone steps, put
my key in the worn oak door and enter.
The bags from this life litter the floor
to be unpacked and reassembled later.
What seemed like a long visit of sorrow
I know now was only a week-end trip with a few hassles.
Memories flow back from the past
as my former families greet me, and
timeless companions join me once again.
I show them my baggage and latest lessons.
Out the window my old war horse rests—still
head down, hip slouched in the endless green field.
Guard dogs and lap dogs and the last dog
pack at the back door—baying their joy at my return.
The One who has been friend, family, and lover,
appears in the parlor.
We sit quietly— see each other’s thoughts, and
sip tea till eternity.
shellycheval
My condolences to you and your family.
Jones your beautiful poem made me cry--in a good way--as I remember the many gifts of animal friendship and their loss over the years--thank you for sharing it.
I wrote a similar poem a while back that kind of picks up where yours finishes, about being reunited in "Heaven" with our loved ones; I will share it here in hopes it will contribute to the grieving process we must all go through when we lose those who we have been the closest to us in our many lives.
The Stone House with the Tall Pine and a Round Barn in the Field
When I arrive at my home in heaven
I’ll walk up the familiar stone steps, put
my key in the worn oak door and enter.
The bags from this life litter the floor
to be unpacked and reassembled later.
What seemed like a long visit of sorrow
I know now was only a week-end trip with a few hassles.
Memories flow back from the past
as my former families greet me, and
timeless companions join me once again.
I show them my baggage and latest lessons.
Out the window my old war horse rests—still
head down, hip slouched in the endless green field.
Guard dogs and lap dogs and the last dog
pack at the back door—baying their joy at my return.
The One who has been friend, family, and lover,
appears in the parlor.
We sit quietly— see each other’s thoughts, and
sip tea till eternity.
shellycheval
