FA+
Shop
362
Views
Views
2
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Dog (Other)
Size 90 x 120
File Size 1.3 kB
Report this content
★
More from Wotan
This is the first piece I've been able to post about the recent loss of my 14 year old male Border Collie x Labrador Retriever, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on 01 February. It comes from a particular day in January, where I think both he and I knew the inevitable end was coming soon, and perhaps he was already at peace with that, even if I wasn't quite there yet... It's also a larger statement on the never-ending plague situation, and how on one day in January, when I took Marley out in the bitter cold so he could hobble along and leave all his morning pee-mails...
In the crystalline morning sunlight of the endless blue sky above that was marred by only a few wispy, cirrus clouds, I saw something that I had gotten used to not seeing, namely three jet contrails across the sky. It was like this little affirmation that maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of hope, even amidst all the despair, stagnation and loss, both in the wider world, and closer to home...
I had a momentary vision of that scene from Meet Joe Black, where Brad Pitt was showing off his skill with a Jamaican Patois and reassuring the old, dying woman: "Everything gwarn be irie..."
And that, too ties right back in to one of the ways in which I have been surviving these times of lockdown in that, I was often taking solace in my guitar, until it was often the equivalent of Linus' security blanket.
Marley clearly enjoyed being close to me as I practiced, often lying his weary bones at my feet, and there were certain songs he seemed to respond to more than others.
If a dog could have a favourite song, I think Marley's favourite from my practice repertoire was "Closer to Home/I'm Your Captain" by Grand Funk Railroad.
Every time I reached the final segment of the song, namely the repetition-to-fade of: "I'm getting closer to my home...", Marley would always give me this certain... look.
As I cradled his head in my lap, and the vet left us alone after administering the shot, I whisper-sang that phrase into Marley's ear as he began to snore for a few moments before finally becoming still...
Rest Well, My Friend... I hope you are indeed closer to your home... (sigh)
In the crystalline morning sunlight of the endless blue sky above that was marred by only a few wispy, cirrus clouds, I saw something that I had gotten used to not seeing, namely three jet contrails across the sky. It was like this little affirmation that maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of hope, even amidst all the despair, stagnation and loss, both in the wider world, and closer to home...
I had a momentary vision of that scene from Meet Joe Black, where Brad Pitt was showing off his skill with a Jamaican Patois and reassuring the old, dying woman: "Everything gwarn be irie..."
And that, too ties right back in to one of the ways in which I have been surviving these times of lockdown in that, I was often taking solace in my guitar, until it was often the equivalent of Linus' security blanket.
Marley clearly enjoyed being close to me as I practiced, often lying his weary bones at my feet, and there were certain songs he seemed to respond to more than others.
If a dog could have a favourite song, I think Marley's favourite from my practice repertoire was "Closer to Home/I'm Your Captain" by Grand Funk Railroad.
Every time I reached the final segment of the song, namely the repetition-to-fade of: "I'm getting closer to my home...", Marley would always give me this certain... look.
As I cradled his head in my lap, and the vet left us alone after administering the shot, I whisper-sang that phrase into Marley's ear as he began to snore for a few moments before finally becoming still...
Rest Well, My Friend... I hope you are indeed closer to your home... (sigh)
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Dog (Other)
Size 90 x 120px
File Size 1.3 kB
Comments