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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: MJ who wrote (1518)	8/9/2008 12:05:29 AM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

That is so touching. I could feel every breath, every tear. It reminds me of the little ceremony we had when we buried our dog Shadow. We dug a little grave, lined it with fragrant cedar shavings, and laid her gently. We cried. I cried the longest, for I had taken her to the kindly vet, and back home. We got a card from the vet, acknowledging that we had lost a precious family member. This is too hard, we all said. We're never going to get another dog. Three days later we had Annie. She grew old and stately. Annie was so regal. Queen of the porch. She's such a good dog. We must get another while she can still teach. Daisy came. Barely in time. Annie taught her to be a good dog, until Annie followed Daisy blindly around, falling into the window wells and running into the chain link, following Daisy like some kind of beacon. When Annie went into the window well, we found Daisy there too. Annie slipped away, losing her dignity in a ditch as we were on the way to save our daughter, desperately ill. Another kindly vet came to her rescue. Heartbeats faded away under our hands. We had sadness, but our desperation held back tears. And Daisy comforted us. Five years went by. We still have her ashes in a heart-shaped can, unable to cope. Maybe we will bury them in the heart-shaped garden. She would like that. It matches the heart-shaped spot on her side. Our daughter got her own dog, Ruby. Ruby has a heart shaped spot too, like Annie. She is Daisy's mother, and the mother of Mister Big. All three are playing outside now. We're keeping them for our daughter, newly wed and away with her beloved for a honeymoon. The heart-shaped garden awaits.