My dog died this week. I am heartbroken.
He was the best dog in the world. He was loyal and devoted. He was always ready for a walk, wagging his tail and standing there all excited. He always ate what I gave him and was grateful and very affectionate. He followed me everywhere in the house and garden, like a constant shadow, or one of Philip Pullman’s daemons.
The house is so strange without him. I keep thinking he is just behind the sofa or outside….
Shakespeare sums up death better than I can
Fear no more the heat o’the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done…
Cymbeline, (IV.ii.260-262)
6 comments:
I'm so sorry for your loss, Sue.
Thanks Blossom.
Losing a much loved pet is a very sad thing.
It is indeed. I lost my boxer, Jasmin, in 2000. I found out I was pregnant with Niles on the Friday and Jasmin died the following Monday from a collapsed bladder, a side effect from her treatment for skin cancer. I still miss her, exasperating and naughty as she was, because, as with all dogs, she had no agenda; what you saw was what you got- a seething ball of naughtiness, joy and affection.
I'm a born worrier but both of my dogs have shown me that you don't have to earn the right to happiness or love, that you can just enjoy a moment because you are there, living it. And a dog's affection and devotion is unwavering and humbling and a privilege to receive.
Your Curney sounds like he was a lovely character who brought an awful lot of pleasure to your life.
He did - thanks for that
Sorry to read that Sue. Take comfort in the fact that he had a long and enjoyable life :)
Thanks Ewar
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