Polly - Seriously Ill

pollaton

gill i am so sorry to hear of your loss, polly will be in our thoughts, take care and remember we are here if you need a good cry. positive thoughts are being sent to you.
i hope the funeral isn't to painful for all of you.
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littlelab

Gill

I am so sorry to hear about Polly, I have just caught up on all the posts.

She will be running around at the Bridge with all our other fur kids, god bless.

Natalie x

FROM FRIEND TO FRIEND
You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.

But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.

So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic, that will
Once more make me whole.

The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.

That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner 'til the end.

Please, understand just what this gift,
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.

You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.

So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.

Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.

And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.

I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
...a young dog once again.

In Memory of Asta, Feb. 1997
(c) Karen Clouston
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Natalie and Co xxx

littlelab

The House Dog's Grave

I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

Robinson Jeffers, 1941
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Natalie and Co xxx

spottydog

The burial was the best it could have been. I was there with the builder and we picked a spot in the woods in a small clearing, under a tree. When everything was ready, he carried her in her blanket and laid her down. She fitted perfectly and looked like she was sleeping soundly. I performed the rites I had planned, leaving with her a natural stone for earth, a feather for wind, lit a candle for fire and sprinked some pure spring water on her then a posy of wild flowers from the same field. She had her new collar on and one of her best Veteran rosettes pinned to it. The builder withdrew so I could have a few minutes with her. The sunlight was coming through the trees and dappling her, a gentle breeze wafted across, it is a really peaceful place. I brought the boys out to see her off, Deccy sniffed long and hard, Polo just looked sad, then we let the builder cover her. He created a neat mound and marked the grave with pegs so I can decorate it properly later.
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Pretty Polly Pavey of Polidot - 06/08/1996 - 13/07/2006 - Dalspa Liquid Gold for Polidot 20/10/1999 - 08/05/2007 - Polly and Polo together again

justlou

Run free Polly

God Bless x

nemo

It's sound such a lovely spot you have picked for Polly's resting place.

It will be such a comfort for you and your other dogs to visit her there.

I had Brendan cremated and I often wished now I had done the same as you so I could have visited him.
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