Wednesday, May 9, 2012

I'm not sure this is a poem, but it's not a story. It's true.

 

No one spoke on the drive home. We were too bereft and trying to fill the hole where your presence used to be with our best memories and sweetest praises for you.

 

Was I there for you at the end? Was “good girl” what you needed to hear before your eyes closed?

 

You’ve left paw prints on my heart that will never let me forget - your warm brown eyes, curious nose, soft prickle of fawn and white fur, your silly panting ‘laugh.’

 

Those of us who own dogs do so for many reasons. Sometimes our heart just can’t be without them, despite the fact their leaving will inevitably break it.

 

RIP my Mitzy girl.

 

"When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear." - Rudyard Kipling

Author's Note

My beloved four-year-old Staffordshire Terrier Mitzy passed away only four days before a massive wildfire caused our town to be evacuated for two weeks. The two events will forever be married in my mind - one scarring my heart, the other scarring the mountains I love so much. More to come.

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Heartbreaking, I am so sorry for your loss. You have penned your emotions incredibly well.