Connie, My loving baby 

March 1998-October 19, 2009


I held her close, I stroked her head
I laid her on, My soft soft bed
She cried a little, Wined at me,
Told me it hurts, Lying here with thee.
I moved her slowly, Moved her down.
On to her bed, There on the ground.
She cried tonight, And let me know
The pain fierce, Within her flowed.

I stoked her neck, Kissed her head
While she laid there, Beside my bed.
I prayed the morning, Would never come
But it came today, For my lovely one.
I prayed for strength, To get me through.
To do the thing, That I needed to do.
Tears welled my eyes, Making it hard to see
As I prepared the way, Made a place for thee.

I placed her blankets, Made a bed for thee
Brought her to the bed, That I made you see.
I drove the drive, Crying all the way.
The last short Trip, That I made today.
I went inside. To see the vet,
I wanted to Cry. “I’M NOT READY YET!”
But deep inside, I really already knew.
I couldn’t walk away, I had to get through.
Get through this time. Hold my best friend near;
Put on a brave face, Smile through the tears.

I held her close; Gave her nose a kiss.
Looked into those eyes, That I most will miss.
She looked at me, I saw her fear.
I said, “It’s ok, I love you dear.
You’ve been a good girl, But now, love rest.
You’ve fought the good fight, You gave your best.
Your heart has been willing, But your body weak.
I know you’re in pain, And relief you seek.
Just look in my eyes, Baby please don’t fear.
Soon the pain will be gone, From you my dear.”

I watched her eyes, I heard her sigh
I whispered my soft, Heartbroken goodbye.
My love is Gone now, My heart aches deep.
My eyes won’t dry, For her they weep.
I know my pain, Will some day ebb.
For now my heart, Within me feel dead.
No longer will I see, Her Sweet sweet smile.
Not for a very, very Long While.

Be at rest my Friend, For though my heart cries.
I know you are free, to run through the skies.
To chase the birds, as you are want to do.
But that doesn’t stop my heart, from weeping for you.
So now I have said, my final goodbye.
Let your spirit run, free through the sky.
Thank you my friend, for the lessons you taught.
I will remember them forever, forget them naught.
But know too, you I will never forget.
I will keep you forever, in my heart, you can bet.

Since you'll never be forgotten, I pledge to you today,
A hollowed place within my heart is where you'll always stay.



Deeply Sigh

One more day has passed me by;
I look at your bed and deeply sigh.
You are gone, no where to see,
My mind drifts to the memories of thee.
Time we went out on our walks
Up mountain trails watching hawks.
By the streams you’d stop to drink
I’d sit beside you and quietly think.
Working at my desk, you at my feet.
I’m home from work, you’d happily greet.
But those times have now gone by;
I look at your bed and deeply sigh.
No longer will we take our walks
Watch the sunset, have our talks.
You were the truest friend to me
Always there, always to see.
I planted a berry bush on your grave
To honor the undying love you gave.
Promise I will always remember you
Honoring the lessons you taught me so true.
I turn from your grave, go back to the house,
You are not here my sweet silly mouse.
I walk to the bedroom quietly cry,
Looking at your bed, I deeply sigh.

Written Tuesday 10/20 Candace



“The Power of the Dog”

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But . . . you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve.
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?