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« Reply #1 on: May 09, 2007, 11:51:06 AM » |
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Sorry to hear that. I'm an animal lover myself, and it's always hard to lose one when you've made friends with it. It's sad that we get so attached to creatures who almost always predecease us. Garrison Keillor (who I always like) expressed this rather well in his poem In Memory of Our Cat, Ralph. I know it's about a cat rather than a dog, but I hope it can bring you a bit of comfort.
When we got home, it was almost dark. Our neighbor waited on the walk. "I'm sorry, I have bad news," he said. "Your cat, the gray-black one, is dead. I found him by the garage an hour ago." "Thank you," I said, "for letting us know." We dug a hole in the flower bed With lilac bushes overhead, Where this cat loved to lie in spring And roll in dirt and eat the green Delicious first spring bud, And laid him down and covered him up, Wrapped in a piece of tablecloth, Our good old cat laid in the earth. We quickly turned and went inside The empty house and sat and cried Softly in the dark some tears For that familiar voice, that fur, That soft weight missing from our laps, That we had loved too well perhaps And mourned from weakness of the heart. A childish weakness, to regard An animal whose life is brief With such affection and such grief. If such is weakness, so it be. This modest elegy Is only meant to note the death Of one cat so we won't forget His face, his name, his gift Of cat affection while he lived, The sweet shy nature Of this graceful creature, The simple pleasure of himself, The memory of our cat, Ralph.
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