I am amazed to have learned how to communicate on this site. Finding it by accident has proved to be so healing.
I haven't cried today, that in itself seems to be comforting. Yet, I still wake up each day feeling empty inside. I ache for Foxy Jean so bad. I lost another dear friend 3 years ago. Her name was Katie Lynn. She was the family dog, and Foxy's friend. I got the one -two punch just before Christmas when Foxy passed away. I am doing so much grief work since losing these two faithful friends that my social life is on hold.
I need to share a lovely article that was written by Ben Hur Lampman in 1925, titled, The Place to Bury a Dogyou'd better grab some tissue)
There is one place to bury a dog,
If you bury him in this spot,
He will come to you when you call,
Come to you over the grim-dim frontier of death,
And down the well remembered path
And to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel,
They shall not growl at him, nor, resent his coming,
For he belongs there.
People may scoff at you --Who see no lightest blade of grass,
bent by his foot fall, who hear no whimper,
People who may never have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know something that
is hidden from then and is well worth knowing.
The Best Place to Bury a Good Dog
Is in the heart of his Master.
Sept. 11, 1925
I know that by typing this for so many people who feel the same pain that I am feeling, I can begin to heal. I don't believe in stages of grief nor do I think I will ever regain my former innocense. But this I do know---Their lives made me a better person, their passing left me with beautiful memories that are far more valuable than any wealth known to mankind.
I will be thinking of you, your Jeb, and Sis too.
Sincerely,
Kathy (Dot)
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