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I Lost My Best Friend Today
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My beautiful hound, was PTS this morning. I am absolutely heartbroken. :’(
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Oh no, I am so sorry and heartbroken for you. Much love to you xxx
I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
Robinson Jeffers, 1941
I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
Robinson Jeffers, 1941
Thank you, all. I just can’t stop crying.
It wasn’t unexpected as he was nearly 12 years old and kept getting awful infections, but it was his back legs that eventually let him down. He reached a very good age for a dog that weighed in at just under 8 stone.
He was quite perky so had an enormous bowl of sirloin steak, gammon, and sausage for his last meal. We had the vet come to us so that he didn’t have the stress of traveling. He looked very peaceful after he had passed, just like he was asleep in his favourite place.
It wasn’t unexpected as he was nearly 12 years old and kept getting awful infections, but it was his back legs that eventually let him down. He reached a very good age for a dog that weighed in at just under 8 stone.
He was quite perky so had an enormous bowl of sirloin steak, gammon, and sausage for his last meal. We had the vet come to us so that he didn’t have the stress of traveling. He looked very peaceful after he had passed, just like he was asleep in his favourite place.
Mercies by Don Paterson.
She might have had months left of her dog-years,but to be who?
She’d grown light as a nest and spent the whole day under her long ears listening to the bad radio in her breast.
On the steel bench, knowing what was taking shape she tried and tried to stand, as if to sign that she was still of use, and should escape our selection.
So I turned her face to mine, and seeing only love there – which, for all the wolf in her, she knew as well as we did – she lay back down and let the needle enter.
And love was surely what her eyes conceded as her stare grew hard, and one bright aerial quit making its report back to the centre.
(Goodbye old friend,goodbye.)
She might have had months left of her dog-years,but to be who?
She’d grown light as a nest and spent the whole day under her long ears listening to the bad radio in her breast.
On the steel bench, knowing what was taking shape she tried and tried to stand, as if to sign that she was still of use, and should escape our selection.
So I turned her face to mine, and seeing only love there – which, for all the wolf in her, she knew as well as we did – she lay back down and let the needle enter.
And love was surely what her eyes conceded as her stare grew hard, and one bright aerial quit making its report back to the centre.
(Goodbye old friend,goodbye.)
Oh no! I am so very sorry and my eyes are welling with tears as I type. There are no easy answers, just time passing will help.
It is now 6 years since my beloved little girl was killed in an illegal fox-snare in France - I still sorrow for her untimely end - but I have come to terms with the loss of other friends who have shared my life and who had to be put to sleep to save them suffering. You will, eventually, remember the happy times - with a shade of sadness. Nothing anyone can say can take the pain away right now. Thinking of you. :) x
It is now 6 years since my beloved little girl was killed in an illegal fox-snare in France - I still sorrow for her untimely end - but I have come to terms with the loss of other friends who have shared my life and who had to be put to sleep to save them suffering. You will, eventually, remember the happy times - with a shade of sadness. Nothing anyone can say can take the pain away right now. Thinking of you. :) x
