I wrote the following poem shortly after his passing, so I thought I would publish it again to honor his memory. What a special guy. We sure do miss you, Babe.
(after Dorothy Parker)
A mild and most bewildered little shade
paces my darkened office all alone,
stares in disbelief at the rug where he
died, oh so suddenly last Tuesday morn,
gone with one exhale as I composed with
my back to him, his head fell on his paws.
I typed away as he ebbed away. Soft.
Praying was my first thought when I turned. Spoke
Buddy? Buddy. Buddy! Then I knelt down,
the first mourning tears already falling,
touching the already heavy form. Eyes
sinking back away from me. Please don't go!
I held him close. Done it a thousand times.
The loving heart that beat, "I'll never leave
You. Ever." Was still. Still, I hoped we'd be
together years from now. Assumption dashed.
Opened myself to grief and pain. Only
through this sad journey did I come to terms,
accepting. Then I found that I could see
him. His lanky silhouette in the night.
Buddy you kept your word! You have not left.
Earthy angel, soiled paws and frowzy ears
No Standard Poodle you, my dear. Noble
friend. You must go, you know. To claim your wings.
All dogs go to heaven it is said. But
Before you fly, please promise that you'll come
back. For me. When it is time. Okay?
Back. To lead bewildered, weary me. Home.