—for Jack
such terrible silence
when the dog isn’t whining at the door—
the space on the dog bed empty
February 23, 2019 by Rosemerry
—for Jack
such terrible silence
when the dog isn’t whining at the door—
the space on the dog bed empty
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged death, dog, grief, loss, poem, poetry | 4 Comments
So sorry, Rosemerry. I lost my beloved dog Foster in October and that silence is astounding. Sending you healing hugs.
Our animals are such an intimate part of our lives. I was not clear enough that this poem was for my friend Jack who was grieving his dog, but it is a grief with which I am well acquainted, which is why I was mourning with him, though my grief has had longer to heal … thank you for extending compassion to me, to him. Thank you.
Thanks for the clarification. Hugs to Jack, then, and to everyone who has ever dared to love.
Yes, to that, Valerie …