Dog Dad is in one of his remembering moods.
Grand Maw crossed the
Rainbow Bridge
five years ago today on Martin Luther King Day.
Memories flow in Dog Dads mind, cuts and scrapes being mended, a
facsimile collie for Christmas, a smile, a kind word, the encouragement when
the going got rough.
Dog Dad remembers
talking to her about things and mulling over advice when he was an adult.
She liked both Deacon and I.
She and Grand Paw were the glue that held the
family together.
They knew what each
child needed.
After he left their den, Dog
Dad would return at least once a year.
He came back to visit from places like
Arkansas,
Florida,
North Dakota,
Oklahoma,
Texas,
Virginia and
South Korea.
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Grand Maw and Dog Dad's Sister Becky |
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Young Grand Maw |
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Dog Dad, Facsimile Collie, Sisters Marge & Alice |
I remember Dog Dad packing in a hurry, getting Deacon and I in
the truck, and the long drive north.
The
weather was grey during most of that trip.
He told us that Grand Maw was in bad shape.
The drive was long and we just missed bad
weather to reach
Ohio.
When we arrived, Deacon and I saw snow for
the first time.
We loved the snow and I
hope one day
Sherman
can experience snow.
Dog Dad leaned on
us and we leaned back.
He talked to us
and held us.
We went for walks.
The normal pattern helps him cope.
The crossing was a double edge sword for
him.
He misses Grand Maw, but was glad
she was no longer suffering.
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Essex & Deacon On The Ride North |
Deacon and I helped Dog Dad write the below poem in memory
of Grand Maw and posted the poem a couple weeks after her crossing the Rainbow Bridge.
Dog Dad wants to share it again.
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Paw Prints In The Snow |
We remember when we were little,
a time you were not frail and brittle.
As a pup, we were full of fire,
we ran and jumped to hearts desire.
Once we looked down by our toe,
To see a few small paw prints in the snow.
As time went by, we traveled far,
to distant shores, searching for our star.
We gazed at the silent moon above,
our hearts remembering those we love.
Looking back we saw the trail grow,
there were more paw prints in the snow.
At last came the time of your journeys end,
and we couldn’t join you around the last bend.
You huff and puff to cross one last ridge,
now you’ve crossed over the rainbow bridge.
Our loving heart will like an ember glow,
when we think of your paw prints in the snow.
(The Key West Collies)
Dog Speed,
Essex