The days are long and my heart is cold
thoughts of Richie are NOT growing old
as quickly as I want them to be
to lift the weight of grief in me.
I worked outside around the shed
the area that the snake had hid
waiting probably in fear
as he watched the little dog draw near.
Poised and ready no rattle to warn
a natural reaction for which it was born
striking the dog to preserve its life
as the law of the wild provokes such strife.
Richie let out an almighty roar
a sound I had never heard before
as he flew out from under the shed
knowing that he was already dead.
He looked at me with his big brown eyes
pleading for help with no disguise
as I rushed him to my local vet
who worked to save my little pet.
Alas for it was not to be
as he died the next day peacefully
and I brought him home in a box
my faith in God forever lost.
I blame myself for Richie’s death
for not cleaning out from under the shed
and leaving a place for the snake to hide
from the dog exploring with curious eyes.
Everywhere out in the garden I see
traces and memories of what used to be
holes dug here and a dirt pile there
and trails through the plants leading who knows where.
Even though there are Ginny and Pete
their personalities do not compete
and are different in the ways they shine
and cannot replace what’s left behind.
Maybe I should get another pet
one that likes to dig and yet
it would never be the same
even with the very same name.
So all that remains is for me to heal
knowing that I will always feel
love for the little dog that I lost
as I remain behind to bear the cost.
If the Gods are kind to me
one day I hope that I will be
with Richie in another life
one where there is no strife
and pets never do grow old
its called “The Rainbow Bridge” so I am told.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Sweet poetry for a magical friend. You will be with Richie again. Please don’t blame that sacredness (or yourself) for what happened. That sacredness does not interfere with the natural, organic order of things… period. It nevertheless exists.
Dogs rock! 🙂
Thanks Tom, hard to take though even if it is the natural order of things.
Yes, i know all too well about what you mean, Francis. Today, i was crying a lot about my deceased wife, Marla. She died from natural causes. Crap happens — it’s just part of being a living organism — and we have to do the best we can and help each other (i.e., help other organisms). We all have our issues.