December 11, 2017

Pic & Poem of the Week: September 25, 2016

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Terra Nova in the Fall

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From A Dog Has Died

Ai, I’ll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

By Pablo Neruda

Comments

  1. tears

  2. “The dog is the most faithful of animals and would be much esteemed were it not so common.” – Martin Luther

  3. They live in the moment, having no sense of their own mortality, faithful to their source of food, comfort and attention. I have two in my house, one 9 years old and the other six, and I dread the day, too soon approaching, that I will have to say goodbye. either because their life span has expired, or mine. It is bittersweet to come home every night, and to rise every morning, to these creatures that God has created, a responsibility that I resent and love at the same time. One of them is waiting for me to finish this post so that he can settle into my lap for a comfortable snooze.

    • beautifully written, thanks OSCAR

    • No human exudes so much excitement to see you come home, even if you just stepped out for ten minutes. It’s always just about the greatest moment of their life because you have stepped in the door.

  4. A favorite story. And yes, I do believe ‘all dogs go to heaven’. 🙂

    “”A man and his dog were walking along a road when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
    He remembered that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
    After a while, they came to a street of pure gold. As he got closer, he saw a man at a desk. He called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”

    “This is Heaven,” the man answered.

    “Wow! Would you happen to have some water?”

    “Of course. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought up.”

    “Great! Can my dog come in, too?” the traveler asked.

    “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

    The man thought a moment and then turned back down the road. “Never mind,” he said.
    After another long walk, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate. As he approached, he saw a man leaning against a tree. “Excuse me!” he called. “I’m very thirsty. Do you have any water?”

    “Yes, sure, come on in.”

    “How about my friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.

    The man said, “There is a special bowl for dogs by the pump.”

    The traveler took a long drink and filled the water bowl for his dog. “What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.

    “This is Heaven.”

    “Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”

    “Oh, you mean the place with the gold street? No. That’s hell.”

    “Doesn’t it make you mad that they use your name like that?”

    “No, they’re doing us a favor. They screen out unsuitable candidates — the folks who would leave their dog behind.”

  5. A Prayer for Animals (attributed to Albert Schweitzer)

    “Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals,
    especially for animals who are suffering;
    for animals that are overworked, underfed and cruelly treated;
    for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars;
    for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry;
    for all that must be put death.
    We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity,
    and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion
    and gentle hands and kindly words.
    Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals,
    and so to share the blessings of the merciful.”

    PLEASE Imonkers, don’t forget the annual celebration of The Blessing of the Animals in October. 🙂
    There is probably a Church in your community that will have this ceremony. Take your pets to be blessed and do it for love. 🙂

  6. Ralph Hodgson:

    T’would ring the bells of heaven
    The wildest peal in years
    If Parson lost his senses
    And people came to theirs,
    And he and they together
    Knelt down with angry prayers
    For tamed and shabby tigers
    And dancing dogs and bears
    And wretched, blind pit ponies
    And little hunted hares.

  7. Mickey Otoole went in to the the priest and said, “Fadder, me dog has slipped away. Might ye have some sart of funeral sairvice far ’em?” “Sorry Mick”, says the priest. “Maybe the Baptists down the rood have some sart a ritual.” “Tanks den Fadder. I was tinkin perhaps tree towsand would be fittin’. Whatcha tink?” The good father replied, “Holy Mary Mudder oov Jesus! Now why did ya hoold it from me da mutt was a Catlic?”

  8. I found myself holding my breath as I read this very moving poem. My girl is 11, doing well, but one day I will face that moment.