Poems about animals are usually cheesy. Poems about the death of animals are usually a mature Stilton in a cheese sauce, topped with grated Parmesan and with a side-order of extra cheese. Served in a tea-room in Wensleydale. This one is different. It speaks to a different part of the brain than the mushy, sentimental bit, and is actually rather good.
I posted about the death of Bonkers Dog on a bike forum I visit, and I had some very sympathetic and compassionate responses. Anyone who thinks bikers are a bunch of beer-swilling hard-cases should read the thread - it's just a massive, international, cross-gender group hug. I was very touched by the reaction of many people I have never met. A lovely lady who posts as Sparky675 posted this poem. Thank you, Sparky.
If you have ever lost an animal companion, prepare to have your tears jerked.
A Dog's Will
When humans die, they make a will
To leave their homes and all they have to those they love.
I, too, would make a will if I could write.
To some poor wistful, lonely stray
I leave my happy home,
My dish, my cozy bed, my cushioned chair, my toy.
To a scared shelter dog, I leave my family,
The well loved lap, the gentle stroking hand,
The loving voice who spoke my name.
And the place I made in someone’s heart,
The love that at the last could help me to
A peaceful painless end
Held in loving arms.
When I die, oh do not say,
“No more a pet I’ll have, to grieve me by its loss”
Seek out some lonely, unloved dog
And give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind -
’tis all I have to give.
OK, call me a sentimental old git, but it has made me think very hard about making the next Bonkers Dog a rescue dog. Plenty of room in Nowhere Towers for the rejected and unloved nutcases of the animal world.
What's one more, after all?