Posted by shar on August 3, 2005, at 2:13:10
Lamar, my rough coat, tri-color, full-sized Collie (Like Lassie), is going to his maker then. There is no excuse in the world for extending his pain and suffering. I am only waiting until Friday because that will give me the weekend to grieve. And, maybe Monday I can go to class without just being a total mess. (Totally selfish of me.)
Anyhow, the generous Zenhussy, long banished from this site, made it possible for me to give him a good passing. The following poem was what came with Scruffles' ashes after she was cremated. And, I know I am determined to go to Doggie Heaven and greet them both again.
There may be folks in this life that I love, but, they're gonna have to go to D.H. if they want to see me when it's over. Although, I must say, "Master" does not quite fit with my philosophy--I would prefer "friend", but don't want to edit someone else's work.
"Farewell, Master, Yet not farewell.
Where I go, ye too, shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moment's time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept."by Edwin Arnold
I guess I can only say "Amen." How he will be missed is incomprehensible.
Shar
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