On the Death of our Dog

“Harvested to Heaven”

Goodbye dearest friend,
My love, my heart’s home,
Never more shall I see you roam,
Except in the mind’s eye,
Around the home,
Where now I sit,
And all alone.
I so wish I could give you one final bone.

They have been my “tapestry hounds” drawing together the threads of my existence and weaving my life into something so much greater than its component parts.

Dogs, generally, and Lurchers, in particular, have the ability to elevate daily life from the mundane to the sublime just through unconditional love. So untainted by worldly desires, (other than the next treat), so inspired by the world they experience around them: grass, air, sky, the ground beneath their feet or paws, they thunder through life in celebration of the joy of just being.

They know the meaning of enough: a good walk, a jolly good supper, preferably with pre-prandial nap, perhaps, nowadays a nice bit of telly, a comfortable bed, a sofa, and a sleep, when the long trick’s over. One day, that sleep will be uninterrupted, but the dream will go on.

The day we first took Ellie to the beach by the River Severn, was a day when it seemed all my happiest childhood memories, and those of Benjie and Robbie, and Amie and Fly and Ferdie came together. The shadow dogs all played together with Ellie, all sea dogs, river dogs, many dogs, running along the shore.

And all my friends go coursing, coursing with the stars through the night sky, in the light of the harvest moon, as I dream of yesterday and tomorrow: my spirit dog, my beautiful Ellie, has joined the others in the heavens.

RIP Ellie
6th December 2007 – 18th September 2021

With all our Love,

XXX