It helps me when I lose a loved pet (and there have been so many), to be grateful for the years I had with them
yes, yes CB. I have introduced that thought to my precious son who has never been without our dog. There is never a day that the three of us have not been in the car together, precious Paros underneath my precious son's feet, and for hours on our many road trips. It will be an intolerable emptiness for some time but always with a remembrance to shift from loss to gratitude for our love together.
May you forever run the greens of Heaven
and roll in fields of sunlight.
Your faithful soul
will walk with us every place.
Forever.
Oh bear - you bring me to tears.
Thank you so much.
I wrote down the first half of W.H. Auden's poem Death and read it to dear Paros before he died.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crępe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Thank you Lucky and Seastorm.
I so appreciate your kind words.
