that moment 1992 sitting alone on the deck massaging our wolfhound— my long-sought-after buddy, his rich wiry fur, eyebrow tufts and beard 150 pounds stretched out on the planks my vet-tech hands, soothe and pleasure as they listen, attend I run my hand down his back legs, warmed in late-summer sun stop at his hock what is that?
thank you for telling me! It was an awful day. I had saved for my first wolfhound (as a poor single mother) by stuffing $20 bills in a knee sock for years--for longer than he lived. He only got 5.5 years....
I'm working on a collection of dog poems I'll publish. I have over 50, and need about 75 for the collection. I'm trying to write at least one a week now. (I write a poem every day, so should get there soon!)
thank you! Photo taken in 1992. I was forty-six at the time, and Kyle was only five and a half. A crushing blow to lose him. Three weeks after this photo, he was dead.
Just awful. You love dogs; you know. He was only five and a half. I saved up for him, stuffing twenty dollar bills into a knee sock, for longer than he was alive....
Very moving, Amrita. The ending made me gasp! Beautifully written. Thank you.
Thank you, Julie, very much.
This is the warmest and most memorable poem I've read ever. Very touching and sad in the most beautiful of ways Amrita.
You are the best and I love you for this 🌝
By the way, I looked at your photo, and you are gorgeous! What a wonderful, joy-filled smile.
Oh so sweet. Thank you so much, smiles make the best life ever ☺️
thank you for telling me! It was an awful day. I had saved for my first wolfhound (as a poor single mother) by stuffing $20 bills in a knee sock for years--for longer than he lived. He only got 5.5 years....
I'm working on a collection of dog poems I'll publish. I have over 50, and need about 75 for the collection. I'm trying to write at least one a week now. (I write a poem every day, so should get there soon!)
Sending love back!
Amrita
What a touching photo of you two. This photo speaks as loudly and clearly as your words!!!
awwww. The young Amrita. You knew her!
Sad. So sad. I understand. xo
Thanks. An awful, awful moment of realization.
Yes. I know. xo
A horrible moment and you captured it well. Beautiful photo of you and your friend. 💜
thank you! Photo taken in 1992. I was forty-six at the time, and Kyle was only five and a half. A crushing blow to lose him. Three weeks after this photo, he was dead.
Oh-oh, that sinking feeling!
Just awful. You love dogs; you know. He was only five and a half. I saved up for him, stuffing twenty dollar bills into a knee sock, for longer than he was alive....