In Memory of Raven
Our very lovable dog, Raven, met an untimely end last night. We are aggrieved by her death, as any pet owner would be. I can think of nothing ill of Raven. She was a great pet the seven-odd years she stayed with us. I only recently wrote of her Wasp-Whispering ways on this blog. May the other side have chipmunks to chase, garbage to spoil, and warm windows to lie beneath.
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April 16th, 2005 at 9:35 pm
“The Housedog’s Grave”
By Robinson Jeffers
[American Poet 1887-1962]
I’ve changed my ways a little, I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment
You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the nights through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read — and I fear often grieving for me –
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that you when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dears, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided . . . .
But to me you were true.
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.
April 18th, 2005 at 4:22 pm
I feel your pain, we recently lost our Great Dane a year ago to bloating. She was a fantastic dog and essentially gre up with my youngest daughter. To this day she is missed, she was replaced by a poodle named C.J. which I despise but my family loves, my daughter frequently mourns the loss of Meadow our dane, pets essentially become family.