Quissex Choirboy, Am/Can C.D., CGC
Dugan
Dugan
3/24/90-9/12/98
American/Canadian C.D.
AKC C.G.C.
Honorary Rottweiler
Forever in Our Hearts
A 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 nights 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 that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dears, that's too much hope;
You are not so well cared for
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.
--by Robinson Jeffers
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