Sunday, March 9, 2014

For All My Dogs Gone Before

Tyke and Shiloh in his Summer Coat

For all my dogs gone before
I love you each as much
as all the days we did explore
with all about us ever changing
but still the constant love remaining.

For Timmy 1, Timmy 2 and 3
for our sorrowful loss
as each of you went suddenly,

Then through the tears
I played with Chips
and the little stray we called Lick-Lick.
Finally, my brother and I bought a one dollar pup,
a loyal hero called Cobber,
he totally bonded with my Dad
and that is the best life our dog could have.

So there were Fox Terriers and the Border Collie,
and later in my family
a friendly Sheltie pedigree.
Tyke lived a long and traumatic life,
with all that hair in the hot north west ,
the bull-ants nest,
then stung by a swarm of bees,
stolen in a capital city, so lost for three long weeks.
Finally found by nurses, near a railway line
and thankfully nurtured back to health,
the inquisitive Shetland Sheepdog with his active life
after all the trials he’d seen
he lived until he was sixteen.

I would always seek to pat a ‘Wally’
as I dwelled in rental property
where no pet dogs lived with me.
Then I went to reside in the countryside.
I adopted Shiloh the Afghan Hound,
who came when he was nine
sharing gentle years until he died.

Then I was adopting dogs who needed care
and I was willing to share
my heart with each of them
until the breeding greyhound found me
and we were happy as can be
but she, was only lent to me.

There is a story with enormous spirit
and one day I will bring you to it…
with those tears I have cried
there is always Simba by my side
and the Angus steers that were
running with her
but they could not keep up the pace
as she took off on a rabbit chase.

Then joy and sorrow so intense
the grief I still feel today
very deep inside my cells
the saddest story I could tell.
The steers were there on the next day
when I walked back down the bush track
carrying flowers for her,
and sobbing loudly in my grief
until the steers came to the fence
and walked along all the way
until we came to the grassy spot
where I stood there
and they held their heads over the fence
and leant to me, big bulls indeed,
they very clearly felt my need.

Later I adopted a young retired greyhound
who had led a stressful life
and she settled quietly with me
and I simply called her Lovely.

For every friend I loved and lost
I planted flowers and shrubbery,
I created dog tag jewelry,
With all the farewell partings
still some sadness deeply dwells
weeping, weeping, fills the wells.

Eventually I bought a smaller breed,
a little greyhound without fear
of fireworks or thunderstorms
and she became my longtime friend
with a most remarkable bond
so deeply loving and  further along.
You will notice my writings for her
on many pages since September,
my dearest friend I will remember.

With all my dogs I have always loved,
there have been signs that drew me to them
and the love has always been
to the deepest heart,  and the warmest spirit
and the unconditional love within it.

I have included Simba's Story here on Come Blossom Come Fruit, it is the previous post called Sometimes The End Comes At The Beginning.  I wrote it the day after todays post!
So sometimes the detail leads the story outline.

These sharings have been healing for me, and helped me take a deep breath of life again.

I am always mindful of the healing presence of companion animals and I have deepest gratitude for all their times in my life, and thankfully for their play and the humour they bring to our days.

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