Notes from Rocco's Diary
Clouds. I've never seen clouds this wonderful, wispy, then suddenly fluffy. Wonderful clouds which I can sit on or sleep on all day. My journey to this wonderful place is a never ending ride to joy and freedom: I sometimes jump from one mountain to another if I so wanted it, or peek through any house if I desired, twirl and dance on top of the highest buildings if that is my thing.
My parents have been beside me all the time, and the first time I asked them where I was, they said I was in Dog Heaven.
I didn't ask any questions anymore, happy that they were beside me, content that everything is bathed in this ethereal light.
I've noticed something odd though. Pictures of my human,earthly Master and Commander seemed to be everywhere, but when I wanted to touch him, I didn't touch him physically, but touched a part of his beating heart. I was inside of him, part of him.
He doesn't know it yet, but I'll never leave him. I'm constantly watching him, and he's been crying for the past nights and days, and I lick his tears away, and once in a while, he smiles.
I think he's slowly getting the point that our separation is temporary and slowly realizing that when his time on Earth has ended, I'll be waiting for him in my usual cloudy place, eager to embrace and welcome him Home to his place beside the ultimate,divine Master and Commander - God.
Meanwhile, I have some poems which I've left everywhere where he could read it. I hope Master Mo reads it, and seek solace from the words written here by anonymous authors. . .
I STOOD BY YOUR BED
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
Author Unknown
A Doggie Prayer
So do not grieve for me, my friend, as I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the milky way, where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined,
but free to roam God's heavens among my special kind. I nap the day on a snowy cloud and gentle breezes are rocking me; I dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound, and milk bones line the walking ways just waiting to be found.There even is a ring set up, the grass all lush and green, and everyone who gaits around becomes the "Best Of Breed".
For we're all winners in this
place, we have no faults
you see. And God passes
out the ribbons to each
one--even me. I drink from
waters laced with gold, my
world a beauty to behold.
And wise old dogs do form
my pride to amble at my
very side.
At night I sleep in an
angel's arms, her wings
protecting me, and
moonbeams dance about
us as stardust falls on
thee.
So when your life on earth
is spent and you reach
heaven's gate, have no
fear of loneliness, for here,
you know I wait.
Author Unknown
(Postscript: Words could not express my sadness at the news of Rocco's untimely demise last Sunday. Here's hoping these poems could offer some solace to Mo at this sad time.
Photos courtesy of Blubbla from Flickr.)
