Just some thoughts on this day; when we took our dog on his last journey.
Bobby 2013 - 2023
He’s on his bed beside me, but he’s not. It’s the absence of him under the blanket, his body laying curled, his nose poking out. And was it only this morning that I carried him out to the car, for his last journey to the vets, where we gathered and decided he'd had enough, and should go to his rest.Tonight, he will stay with us in the house, and tomorrow, early, we’ll dig his grave and there will be words to say, about how much he meant, just by being with us for the ten years we had him as a rescue dog. And it was the taken-for-granted familiarity, the routines we shared, the long dog walks.
And the holidays we planned around him; and how long we could leave him when out, and how he became the third person here, who is no longer here; and as you said, it is like stepping off a cliff, without the sense of a landing. And I see you being busy now; sorting his things, the little tokens of his life; and yes, we know, thousands are dying now;
In wars, earthquakes, and also in abattoirs; but this was one life that we shared together, which does not subtract from the rest of it. And are we all just animals, staring into night? Our emotions will not change what happens; when faced with extinction; but if we can love a dog, just for being a dog, then maybe it says something about our condition; and who knows maybe we are loved for being all too human?
© D G Moody 2023
Words by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-02-16 at 17:44
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