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Author: hanuman
ASL Info:    3 score & 10 & some!
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Pretty self evident. We were away overseas when our 17 year old Sheepdog died.


The water surface shimmers in the drinking bowl
As car tyres crunch on gravel in the sharp morning chill.
There is no dog to greet us at the turning of the drive.
No wagging tail forgives our weeks abroad.
No gaunt grey muzzle is laid across our knee.
Your lead and collar are our noose and gallows tree.
No bones cast on the castle floor from the lord’s table,
Hence no more largesse. No ancient retainer
And hence no more lord and her ladyship no less.
You do not stand bow-legged and rheumy eyed
To gaze across the frosty lawn, hence no demesne.
Nah then my bonny lass, why didst tha have to die
When we were far across the sea and never ending sky?
There is no curl of smoke from the chimney pot
No warm fire burning in the welcome hearth,
No bright candle glowing in the window pane,
Nothing to guide us home to you again.

Submitted on 2014-06-28 11:55:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  A touching poem. I like dogs so much that I never consented to own one because of my unsettled domiciles... and regret the same ... I guess all love takes courage?
| Posted on 2014-07-02 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
  I swore after losing my last dog, I would never have one again. And I've managed not to. Everytime I think I want one, all I have to do is remember and then, no. Sorry for your loss. This is a lovely tribute.
| Posted on 2014-06-29 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
  I wanted to say something since first I read this this morning. I know how heart wrenching losing a faithful companion can be. Not long ago I had to put down my hunting dog because he bit me severely. Even still it hurt so bad. He was 13 and a long time companion and even though this wasn't the first time he had bitten me I mourned his loss for a long time. This was a very touching tribute and I wanted to say that I found it beautiful. I feel your pain and love for your lost friend.

| Posted on 2014-06-28 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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