Dear Thom,What you did yesterday was very very sweet, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Helen Taylor and her three children (to whom I am Uncle Jon, and have been for years) were distraught when their dog Travis was put to sleep on Monday. I posted about it on the various blogs, but both Helen and I were very touched by the poem you wrote yesterday.
Thank you my dear friend...
DEATH OF A PET
there is a love unique between
the
owner and the non-ownee
(a
cat is always free-as mermaids
wedded
to the sea)
so
when dis-ease reduces capacity
high
rise all vet fees/until mortality
steals
breath and energy-
enervating,deflating,diminishing
one
who is precious
into
a bare facsimile
ghost
shadow-loved yet not
capable
of responding
Tears
come in.Departing,grieving begins
even
before that warm body is cold fur
And your ghost
love-special,unique-
floats
away to Pet Paradise
(You
wanted so much that they might stay
All
that is loved must leave
We
all go away.
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