When a Dog Dies
Jazz, my Golden Retriever, was put to sleep yesterday. Her eyes told me "let me die." She was so sick. She crossed over at home, on a beautiful spring day. The Buddhist chimes were ringing, and she was on the porch, facing East in the sun rays. I think she was dreaming about running out the door. She died peacefully with the gentle hands of an awesome Dr, his sweet nurse, and mine comforting her. The last thing she heard was the Dr saying, "shhhhhhhh"
I haven't stopped crying for hours. Kevin and Chanook, her Siberian/Wolf mate, are so sad. I wrote this for Jazz.
MESSAGES
She picked herself up
old and bony
and lay down
facing east in
the morning rays
that flooded down
on the porch.
The Buddhist chimes
rang and beckoned
her to run in
the sunshine of a
beautiful Spring
prairie day.
God umbrellaed the
the lane she died.
The land comforted her,
whispering, "shhhhhhh,"
and her spirit bound
out the screen door, free.
Jazzies ashes will buried at the base of the 10 foot Maple tree monument I had carved last year for her and my other rescued pets of animal abuse.
The nice thing is she will be right next to her kennel and back yard.